Looking out a window

April 16, 2016

The soul has been pushed

to the earth’s four corners,

a windmill like Leibniz’s

slowly disassembled.

Some of us have called it redemption.

 

In dreams, lost.

And in the morning I awake

not wanting to remember the day.

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