Awake
What is this again
I'm awake like I woke
To see something then
I'd never seen
Fifty years of sleep
Lulled into darkness
By needs for money
By needs that tore me apart
Now here in this year
I see flies that sing
The yoke of music
Blistered notes of jazz
Dear Meandra I slept
In your loud bed of tranquility
Heavy breathing between dreams
As I tour these jumbled measures
Barry G. Wick
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