· Sep 26, 2017 at 7:46 am
A couple of nights ago as I was falling asleep, the words were bumbling around in my head. As they do.
Whence I awoke in the dawn of shallwoulds, I tried to cast a line back to the half-sleeps.
As such that I caught, please enjoy some of my own bad poetry.
Embrace the fires inside.
Not the ones to burn the world down.
But the ones that will light the sky.
With the roar of a lion.
We are not our situation.
Put on a new imagination.
There’s no way that can be fixed.
That’s as much as I was able to remember but as I was drifting the bumbles seemed to go on for paragraphs.