Getting up

Strange

it was last night
around one

lay waiting

waiting for emancipation

perhaps a divine dagger
or

something more grounded

painless
I hoped

don't remember much else
because

here at breakfast
I am content

strange.





Poetry by Mikkel Mowinckel
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Written on 2006-10-18 at 03:51

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Zoya Zaidi
Yeah, it is straneat times... you feel like that-strange!
Love,
Zoya
2006-10-18