The Muse is Awake

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

wakeful unaware

to be awake
to be aware
not the same
and yet, I am not sleeping

read my mind
and you read my soul
sometimes covered with soot
or the dust of an old book
i've long forgotten i've read
Posted by John Zavacki at 5:32 AM

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