The tranquility can be deceptive;

the hours we sleep

& dream


in space and time unmasked

at their own speed–

Bordered at our own personal borders

sanctioned to our own sanctions

each one making decisions

by the second

in this sloshy, sloppy, sea

of what we’ve been making

of what we’ve been spending

our energy on eternally

acting in our plays

for days.


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