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Troubled Sleep

Rocks, stones, boulders drop
Falling, rolling down
Plunging ever toward....
Returning never
The prize now eaten
My soul feels beaten
Blankets wet and heavy
Sand at the levy
Billows blue over me go
Down below I'm looking skyward
I dare not write for clarity speaks
a cruel message of one so weak
Overcome now in the lion's mouth
The truth of things is hard to face
For hungry me in mine into self every place
To live, to care, to give
These to grasp inside my face.

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