Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Setting Forth

through the porch screen I peer this morn
without just cause my thoughts are torn,
and thus I find myself betrayed by my
own misgivings for this day that arose
so quickly out of the night and left me
in a cold sweat to dry upon the sheets
with mixtures of praise and regrets for
the end of the road to which I came and
found not bitter sweet victory of sorts
even though I read all the local reports
and so I sit with head in hand or hand
under head, I know not which correct
but when again my eyes see clearly
upon this state of consciousness I do
declare most solemnly of course that
what I see or has been perceived by me
is nothing to what I can only imagine.

10 November 2020

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