silent dread unwarranted or not taxing
so the rainy night drive took its toll
on my eyes a kind of sleepiness blur
strain talking radio going over cliff
face limits next time stop for dinner
merely to get to this moment dream-
dogged reading Galgut Genet as if
some other stream is flowing in me
I am flowing through some other
reality to Mozart Schumann Bach
warm rain patter's a pallid shroud
arising with the light as yet unseen
marked with the shape of a secret
self enacting an outward life as if I
could actually be everything I am
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