By j. knipp
Date: 2003 Apr 30
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Late Night Ramblings #2

My eyelids feel like sponges
Drinking tears. The will to lift
This pen comes to me from
Deep down, a well within.
Will the bucket, will it up
Draw the ink. Ambiguities
Can be wit. For the foolish it
Can be wit. But make what
You will of the words
Before you, the meaning they
Draw forth, is not of my inking.
Exhaustion... how
Was your day?
Rough I imagine
I can't control the whims of
Wind, no net of my
Crafting can hold it fast
To my breast. Though
I can grasp it like
A foolish child and I
Will learn of its cactus like
Nature. But if the wind
Notes my despair will it pity
Or flee? It needs to
Be free. It mayhap
Carries seasoned scents in
It's traveled cloak of
Ethereal threads. I don't
Want to let you go.
I don't want to
Suffocate.