A contrite self is
never a friend of
a long, deep sleep.

I tried to promote
the joy of a face,
a happy state.

my freedom to
access life is

Waking hours,
wonderings in
hundred evenings
and I can’t stop.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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