Holding in high esteem
My false self image
The granules of that image flow
Slipping thru the hour glass
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Dark clouds drifting by
Throughout most days
Are easily ignored.
But some days completely
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To look at me, you might say
“Linear accountant type
No creativity, no way, ”
In spite of my sloth
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Everything blends
Dissolving and combining
Before my eyes
Within my head
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Sometimes, too often lately,
Now when my vocabulary
Has grown quite large
I cannot recall a specific word
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My vehicle has become defective
From my intolerance
Of others driving habits.
My pet-peeves are gravel in my gasoline.
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How do we honor and love
Our formless, beloved, departed ones?
Those whose eyes we loved
Whose lips, smiles, skin, voice, smell, touch,
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