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 Apr 2017 Mona
Onoma
Headway
 Apr 2017 Mona
Onoma
How many shadows of
former selves
does it take to fall
from grace?
To wring out the lights
of rungs, scared to
death of heights.
To make headway in
time, is to fall out of it.
Planets are poor markers,
we create their surfaces
to prolong our search.
 Apr 2017 Mona
Alan Brown
Benign
 Apr 2017 Mona
Alan Brown
sleep tight my darling;
as you nestle in the comforts
of your blanketed nook,
may the complexities of life
subside as you drift into slumber,
dissipating to nothing more
than tiny particles of dew,
benign as the gentle breeze
blowing past the curtains
of your windowpane.

embrace the serenity of sleep,
for tomorrow will bring new treasures,
each more beautiful than the last,
& a future more fulfilling than the past.
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