04 August 2007

buzz buzz buzz

spirits of ancient forests come to die
in this hot place and here i rest my head
the ghost and human sharing the same bed
above there buzzes one annoying fly
almost asleep but the more that i try
to conjure up a dream the sweat i shed
would float a navy of the quick and dead
and so i watch as the long hours drift by
matters discussed in daylight may not keep
but patience is each time its own reward
and every single thing another test
and so i lie the ghost keeps me from sleep
my eyes are open and my mind is bored
the night's too short and leaves no time for rest

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