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for I work by day, but live by night not an axiom, a formula, for success and wealth, not a suggestion, not seeking a reaction, it is a plain as night fact, still don't recommend it as a way of life but if the shoe/life fits wear it, even as no sleeps. speeds up your arrival at the Grand Central Terminal in black eyed circles, endless pointless future worrying, in bad poems writ after midnight after midnight when the quiet keeps you company - a friend that asks for nothing (but an occasional mention in one of the poems born in the delivery room of the dark) but through the nighttime writing escapades I am more than renewed, a born again human with a covenant, armed to the teeth, drinking his dis-owned fluids and juices,, spilling out as staccato words, ha! splitting his infinitudes if you had foreseen this as my future fate, a lonely human up all night, with the night and words making his holy triumvirate, I may have thought there are worse ways to prepare for the silence that comes after the no more arrives and we depart ensemble, ensemble 8/31/17 2:28am
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
for I work by day, but live by night
for I work by day, but live by night not an axiom, a formula, for success and wealth, not a suggestion, not seeking a reaction, it is a plain as night fact, still don't recommend it as a way of life but if the shoe/life fits wear it, even as no sleeps. speeds up your arrival at the Grand Central Terminal in black eyed circles, endless pointless future worrying, in bad poems writ after midnight after midnight when the quiet keeps you company - a friend that asks for nothing (but an occasional mention in one of the poems born in the delivery room of the dark) but through the nighttime writing escapades I am more than renewed, a born again human with a covenant, armed to the teeth, drinking his dis-owned fluids and juices,, spilling out as staccato words, ha! splitting his infinitudes if you had foreseen this as my future fate, a lonely human up all night, with the night and words making his holy triumvirate, I may have thought there are worse ways to prepare for the silence that comes after the no more arrives and we depart ensemble, ensemble 8/31/17 2:28am
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
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