Archive for July 2, 2013


No I don’t grasp your wit today, I’m numb;
a cotton cloud is keeping me away,
I live in a tunnel so it seems now.

The hours move without much speed to night.
In here is just a candle flame and me,
a moth is trying to get in but why.

How can a creature seem to be so dumb?
I listen, I don’t know the words you say.
The phone is dead. Outside I hear an owl.

The moth gave up. I dark the candle’s light.
Through open windows comes the moist of sea.
I did not grasp your wit today: “Goodbye” ?

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