In the tick tock echoes
Of my sullen mind
I see what's ahead
And those left behind
Frozen images without sound
Buried, sleeping, underground
Why this passage?
Why this night?
Why this whispering?
Half moon light
Alone with tapped out
Airless pause
My faceless mirror
The hapless cause
My yoga mind
My mindful breathing
Ease the pain of
Shadows leaving
Empty but for
My soft hum
Relaxed, relieved
That rest has come
(July 2014)
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