Sunday, November 10, 2013

For a Name I Quest

Is there anything left for me?
or is it just the detritus of the day
waiting for the garbage collecter?

A singular silence alone knows my name,
but somehow decides to remain mum.

Around and around,
down a bottle,
slippery slope-slide down this way.

My own snore stills the fan,
leaving me to reflect on dreams
that could have been mine.

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