i smell work
scents of pressure leak
while motions invade space
i’m stuck on a constant phase
sleep is an opened eye
there are tampered dreams
like vandalisms on walls
reality exposed
waiting makes a journey
to brick roads un-trodden
pauses are freezes
they are leaving wide gaps
widows are weeping
some children bury the hatchet
i am seeking
i found necessity
2012
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