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(this poetry is best read while listening to ambient music)

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SITTING, ISOLATED

Sitting, isolated
Quietly dreaming of
Soft frozen moments
In time eternal.
Where could the daylight
Be?
Why would I even care.
Turning a blind eye to,
The ways of this world,
But still totally consumed
By it.

(Written 28 June 2006, Posted 17 June 2008)

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WISHFUL DREAMING

Wishful dreaming,
Seeming lonely,
Wondering wandering,
Feeling anomaly.

Hearing the soft flow,
Of the moth glow,
On the end table,
I pick up the remote.

And feel so remote,
From you,
As you fly off,
To other destinations.

And never attempt,
To return.

(Written 2007, Posted April 2008)

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