Weak

You are so weak. Self control controlling self be gone. Or was it ever? Would you know the staying hand… I think not. It never stays nor does it waiver in the wind. But like a bird in flight my drinking hand flies through the night. And day. I close my eyes for a moment and more than a moment is gone. Sadness realized when I eventually notice my attention’s affection and what it really is. Never a silver key in the sand.

-OM

  

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