Saturday, July 20, 2024

automatic poem 8/13/2023

When the clock strikes

I think, therefore.

First one in,

Open heart, open mind,

My will be done.

Eyes on the prize -

Upon a midnight,

The life and times.

Morning becomes

Meadows

And away we go.

Look up!

Out and in:

Upon a time,

The sands of mine,

Beautiful, no matter

World in a grain.

I wish i may

Thank goodness,

God among men;

That, and the other.

I do believe...

Am i dreaming?

Alive at last.

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