The clock ticks
the music flows
the candle burn
the cat sleeps
hand on my chin
as I
contemplate
another day of not
really knowing
what the hell I'm supposed
to be doing as
a "grateful servant"
today
and being willing
to do it anyway
scooping out
as much love
as I can find for myself
in this lonely heart.
@2000
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