042511 A Peace Of Flesh Poem by Manonton Dalan
042511 A Peace Of Flesh
i'm enjoying looking at ceiling
multitudes of tracks of artifacts
littered, different in lots of ways
left by craftsman's callous hands
trying to attain perfection through
his sweat fueled mind, unending
until darkness seized my soul
releasing all imagination to rest
as time ticks unhindered, free
like sheets falling to carpet, mute
i know somebody is worried
about me, can't help, i'm resting
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