Poem -
Slumber
Conscious castles torn asunder
Left unearthed beneath the under
Paralleled in water sky
Cold azure impunity
Would that I were
Without errands
Mundane tasks and endless gerunds
Then I
Would remain in thy realm, forever removed
For each fever of mind is a limit disproved
The warm current running
Crackling, pulsating
The human motor humming
The eye undulating
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Hey Nola Basey!!....WOW!!........never read you before (my loss)..........this is a great display of vocabulary as well as..........a fantastic grasp on movement and poetry itself............such a pleasure to read............"Mundane tasks and endless gerunds..."...........loved everything about this write!!Ā Ā Ā Ā 5*sĀ Ā FAVĀ Ā Ā Ā .....well done sweet poetess!!.............smiles............TĀ xx