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Jan 2014
Cloudless, drifting.
We awake.
We sleep.
drifting, moving!
Gliding? no.
Marching? no.
Stumbling
only forward, sometimes back.
drifting, asleep.
drifting, awake.
blind,
eyes wide open
we sleep.
drifting among the cloudless,
Stumbling.
William
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William  Summit NJ
(Summit NJ)   
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