close too close I’m lying here in bed waiting
for not much at all… just a good
moment to grab my book and start
writing and escape for
the relentless to relent just a
break.. and then the new day
with the stiff neck still sitting
stiff on top of my shoulders
for the poetry waiting for that
strange structure which allows
the words to escape their cages
for a while.. that would be
good
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