The Lazarus Years

The Lazarus years
so dry of tears
only clouds of
fresh fears
of input and output
and to many ideas

of watching the sky
but the storm never clears

as far away
your dull pride leers
higher than these
atmospheres
always warm then
cold as ice
run around
like 3 blind mice
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
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