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May 2019
Dear world, dark world
Colder and older than the start of time
More lost than the downward eyes
Which seek the feet of man

How your crusted epicenter stands
As the foothills choose what is before
To walk the path of least resistance

And so

No more will I let stand beside
This burrowed unrest in my chest
And so now I say without hesitance
Dear world, goodnight
Be at Peace
I am at home in your rest
Weariness brings about a different kind of fondness for me. A fondness of sleep. Zzzzzz....
Colm
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Colm
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   --- and Weeping willow
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