The Unclouded Mind
by dan ankers
The unclouded mind needs a hand
with the stress of this life on this land
like the tip of the knife, where we
stand
Forward now
Further into infinity
Where stars resemble dreams
each one a piece of me
Feeling every stitch of the moment
passing by
am I a
button-eyed wonder
a toy of infinity
lost in this moment of need
as
I prostrate myself
and I plead for divinity, only
having to settle for this cattle-like
profanity
called
me
I
Don another cloak and close the window
it’s too cold outside
and now
I am starting to cry
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