Lost, floating, mind a drift through rift wood
Sideways frame of reference rotating
But never still
Still my mind
still my thoughts
still of you my thoughts go to
Tortured is all that I am
Alive is a physical activity
I move through time just fine
the time that takes time to heal
The rhyme of time heals all wounds
The wisdom of the ages phrased for consumption
And I respond,
But what if I don't want to heal


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.