Windows
Sitting bythis massive, plated window
looking out,
not seeing
what's before me.
Counting restless
undone pleasures
planing bumps that rise
and simmer with infections.
Waking slumber...
Where are you?
I lost my power...
Undone shoe strings...
Where is my
undoubted
seeking peaceful noted
clear and humble
windows.
6-7-10
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