Friday, March 1, 2013

How this day ends

I want
someone, maybe
you, alright mostly
if not altogether

you to lay
alone in
bed, every single
night and, as best
you can, focus
your thoughts on
Aristotle's Eudaimonia
and all
its requirements
            for your

only, if not
completely and single
in order
to keep from
constantly, hour
for hour, until the surrendering
morning light thinking
and thinking and
            thinking of

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