May 2015
I pray to the morning light
on sore knees
asking for just an ounce of wisdom,
a little strength
to fight
through these circadian days
feeding the machine.
on sore knees
asking for just an ounce of wisdom,
a little strength
to fight
through these circadian days
feeding the machine.
(GRB090423)
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