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Boredom

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Oh, pain – pain of patience drawing the fruit from me.

How I hate you;

How I love you!

Without you I forget myself;

Abide and I revere too much.

You cause pangs from deep within – for need of bless’d relief from silent voids in speech and mind, for bursts of new creation.

You catalyze thoughts in me that stir me into out-letting;

Why not come when I am wild instead of now when I stand tamed?

Time is precious, I cannot waste it.

Boredom – blessing you are to me;

I will write to set you free

 

01.06.2010

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