A Lull in Middle Age – New Poetry

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when
did I put myself to sleep

awakening
now feels
like brain nails

points
sprung out dripping and
drinking light

..

oh
thrill
this surging alive

this sudden
awareness: I am
not gone

sunk
merely in stupor

I cast off
by whispering
wings

...

I am
still

the constant
light cloud
tumultuous

eternal
remaining
regenerate

not dead yet

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