to survive the repercussions of the day
by letting boundaries drift away
it sometimes seems
through dreams
that rivers flow
what ‘ere you know
so soften the edges of passing hours
else unavoidably some clouds will end in showers
or prospect for time in thought
which, maybe, is not what it ought
still, while the clock hands cross
consider that moment’s loss
perhaps tis true whatever this hocus-pocus
the world is slightly out of focus
©21st June 2010 Hey Hey
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