The low vibration caused
By sleep deprivation Starts in my spine Up to my skull And wraps its fingers Around my brain Languorous movement Careful not to act strange Not too strange Am I loud Do I make sense He flees and says You're as weird as I've ever seen Glad I'm leaving others don't notice Don't say so Just odd Brain chatter dies down at four Think I'll sleep tonight Let me Tonight
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Irritability threatens Our quietude by causing Ripples on calm waters Fatigue and hunger Change pleasantries To hostilities if I don't Watch closely Annoyance at entitlement Causes eruptions of Cursing under my breath Aggravation when family Doesn't act like family Can't make the effort To connect I worry that I am So judgmental so judging When others don't meet My strict standards And who gave me power To set standards Call in my dogs already I want to know Just who built This stone wall Who set each stone Carefully balanced And secure next to another So that one hundred and fifty years later The wall stands firm Was the stone mason for hire Or family Did he build this wall Of free will Or was he pressed into labor Was he servant or slave The wall does not tell Rather it stands irresolute Silent and firm Unyielding to wind rain Or my gaze Can I tell by touching the stone In what spirit it was fitted I must read the history books To find the story For this wall will not tell its secrets To me or any wanderer On this road What can I know of a meadow
How can I understand The variance contained here Coming as I do from Bricks concrete and clapboard More familiar with cars muffled roar Or the church spire on the hill How can I understand This universe stretching Before me green and brown With nodding Queen Anne's Lace And goldenrod What of the bordering trees That rise layered to the hill I see a shady tree and I wander to Pooh and Piglet Talking of clouds Another stretch of shade is a Renoir Formal picnic where couples lounge and read poetry But these are pictures of meadows Another has drawn What can I know myself I can know that I do not know I can accept the beauty As I water its border of lavender |