September 19, 2008

an illness

an illness,
a common sick-
my meditation (unbeatable),
through my mind pace/

slow
,
still . . . easy
no rush;
my love many years behind I
(no hurry, angel must exist
in hand as common medication)
(maybe relief).

tired in waiting, want to sleep-
want to hide my head in the bedspread
with hot steam to make
the breathing (Meditation
too difficult [my mind elsewhere]
when head ridden from distractions
in which to distract myself from)

. . . easier.

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