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Tuesday 18 March 2014

Intake of Breath

Tiredness, dullness
Again excess takes its toll

Always an irritation
Calls for the scrape of movement

Always the failure
Of concentration provides my escape

I am a fake
Of contemplation

Which itself
Is beyond my state of comprehension

I am out of tune
In mind and body, I am flaked

Rest for rests sake
May be the only stake-able cure


This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
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