207 – Exhaustion


is the heavy pipe
carried in the eye

sawdust lamentations
of a restless mind

worry grinds the axe
til dawn

blood-red rust clots
a bluebird sky

all is sandstorm
taste of dust

jointed blur
moment unhinged

from moment
to the end

of what’s to come

far off bright

a pool
slowly filling

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