Ludvig Von Himmelstein Poems

A man of forty five
looks to the mirror
a boy of eight looks back
a hand reaches the medicine
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Mom's voice never changes
And when we speak on the phone
She is still lecturing at college
And trying to get tenure
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I get up before you
Spirit that guides me
Angel who looks down from above
I was distraught
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Could not bow
knowing bowing best
twisted in two
had the flu
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Yeah ye
I dare not deceive
I got to where
My brain couldn't breathe
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Depression is deep winter
Frost is slow thoughts
Winter will pass
As long as snow trodding steps
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Your life is a novel
You write each page
Dirt flies in the window
Even if your sage
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In my house
The inanimate
Have a life of their own
Appearing and exiting
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The fabric is frayed
The Edges Have Undone
The sun relentless
To coast in the shade
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