Waking and sleeping
Into this present world
Sorting and slinking
Away sometimes thinking
Some highway of thought
Startled into drifting
You entered my thoughts
Wanting examples
I could not come up with
Would not come up with
Wander down the spring
Watering what I do not know
But I really do
Just hoping my lie will surface
Float free become my truth
Detachment recognition
No moat no beam
Clear sight
What you mean
What you mean
Denis Streeter 3/19/11
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