little bits of poetry flowing through my head today caught them and didn't let them get away as they usually do.
this morning as the sun began to come in and I was making calls :
I am keeping time so slowly now
it roars at my ears
like waves in the tides of lunar shores
that pearl, reflective gem hiding
pale against the blue of morning
far away, far above
ricocheting separate, yet bound
around this same sun by which I keep my hours
and while driving
Sleep winds me bout
like a dragon, drinking holes in my blood
I dare not fear for I'll fall into them
and drown
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