Nothing separates at 3:21 AM,
everything runs together,
an egg with a broken yolk,
body and brain refusing rest,
wander like a phantom,
walking on egg shells through
a relentless, ticking house.
Two more hours and the
alarm will bring a new day
to this day without end
and the two will become one
cracked egg with a double yoke,
plowing the fields of time
together, step by faithful step,
encouraged along by the crack
of the plowman’s whip.
Author notes
Written November 8th, 2004
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Hey thanks pozo for commenting - Reading The Waters is self published book of 50 poems written in 2004
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Good write
Keep writing, this was very interesting- what is Reading the Waters?
All the best,
Pozo
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Didn't I see this in "Reading The Waters?"
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