Distant thoughts double cross my actions,
the ultimate unknowing of an other
fades in respect
to the ultimate questioning of self.
My thoughts flit
to where she stays
and sneak back again during night.
We need the world to move
at a self regulated pace,
we need our days to be filled
with a self congratulatory tone.
My words can lift spirits
But the manufacture
holds me down.
We balance each other,
we juggle our work,
when we lie
we do not rest.
Peter Davidson 07/07/09
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