December 31, 2019

Two swallow, two more
Start day
Forty five minutes of build
To blanket of bliss
I can bend, I can move

I can’t remember, I can’t remember
Thoughts fevered that of that norm
The nodding starts, but understanding is light from pricked ears
Keeping speech to a minimum to save eyes darting to far directions

‘What was I doing?’
Look around to see what was once
A dusty thought creeps to show
Not sure. ‘Is this right?’

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