I'm tired of nights without
stars,
Earth paved by Gulliver's ropes,
waking docile with wide eyes.
I am tired of painting angry
branches through troubled thoughts
on a glass sky.
I am locked in corrugated red tin,
between slats of a garden shed,
watching Zen ants
moving grains of sand......
Monday, June 2, 2008
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