the lost man chronicles
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two old lovers
I woke up at 2 AM with verse swirling about in my head. Got up to pee and then, looking into the deep pockets of my eyes, convinced myself that I should try falling back to sleep. Somehow, seemingly, I succeeded and awoke again at 3:30.
With the phrase “charming with silence” in mind, this time I wrote down the words of my vertigo:
(the) old bones (of two lovers)
undulating in unison,
into each other.
following in her footsteps, this one fruitioned on the four:
intuition (the intimacy of life)
growin’ old enuf
no validating stuff,
for just knowin’
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