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Qualyxian Quest Oct 2024
Sick. Lying in bed.
Sleep. Recovery.
Miss my beloved sons
Move from I to we

Mostly bad philosophy
Meister Eckhart calls
Took the train from London
River Eden, Wetheral

A little watermelon
Cranberry juice with lime
Yo soy un isolato
Lonely life in rhyme

                  I'm ....
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2024
Buried so deep
       Destiny
         Dylan
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2024
There is always some madness in love
But there is also always some reason in madness
La Florida the Land of Flowers
A little Irish sadness

I just pass the time
Talk to my oldest two
Miss my youngest one
Maybe JMU

Please keep him safe, O Life!
Please. Destiny.
Daily learning too
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                   Silent plea.
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2024
I say I Miss You out loud
When I am all alone
She wouldn't believe me anyway
I threw a Rolling Stone

Irish post office
Stockholm scifi books
European history
I wash dishes for the cooks

The Roman Catholic Church
Badly ****** on ***
Politics Portends
What will happen next?

Once an English teacher
Now a lonesome dad
Lady of the Lake
Sweet Sir Galahad

                 forward!
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2024
Bipolar depression
Anxiety attacks
Nixon destroyed Cambodia
George W. destroyed Iraq

Grateful for good sleep
Painful memories
All alone, proclivities prone
Life as a disease

But also as a gift
Markson: Als Ick Kan
We in Copenhagen
Me in Gamla Stan

Politics Portends
How bad will it get?
Reno Rendezvous
Highway of Regret

               And yet ...
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2024
All the King's Men
Me at JMU
19 years old
Susan Meek not Sue

Embers, City of Ember
American Cosmic too
Quiet libraries
What I'd like to do

Noisy rock concerts
Silent monasteries
Death comes for the Archbishop
And for me too, Mother Mary

Speeding Spanish trains
Mediterranean Sea
Cambrian Explosion
In Dublin meant to be

                       We.
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2024
I'm an amateur
Which means one who loves
Poe, Frost, Tennyson
Emily, Hopkins, Eliot

Be honest about myself
Not much, not much at all
Cambrian Explosion
River Eden, Wetheral

Can't really stop the writing
Tried to, but I can't
Henry David Thoreau?
You'll have to ask my aunt

Mr. David Markson
Solitude. New York City.
Susan Darlene Meek:
Gentle, caring, pretty

                  Denver!
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