a poem
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Inner Monologue – a poem for the blog because it’s long
It is quiet when I close my eyes.The monologue that turns like tank treads through the mud of Today ceases as often as mans greed is slacked. But here I am tonighta master swordsmithshoeing hooves blindfoldedhaving started work predawnand it’s not long pastthe wintry duskeyes slacking into the glass and electricity of this screen and hark!is…