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I didn’t write yesterday (with pencil)
it was a lost day
hollow and conventional

the clouds
are always moving
my persistence

illness, heartache
and poverty
the guru’s blessings

a railroad thick with weeds
passing poverty

I was attacked by fear demons last night
they were singing death
racing my heart
and sweating my bed

I crawled in
their gullets
easing peace

Poets to read

Samuel Menashe