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Tuesday, June 07, 2011

The Chair

My mind raced,
No, thundered;
Andretti at Speedway;
Horses in Montana;
No respite

Thrashing without purpose
Hoping without reason
Silence without peace
Night without rest
Morning and night without a day

But in the faint grey
I saw them
Two towers
A refuge from nowhere
Bringing back memory

Light in darkness
The prodigal mind returns
For this is home
This is family
Did Martyn sit here?

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