am

I fell bak to sleep this morning.
The last 8 minutes I dreamed
Of how id sho u all the good.
My truth can make it all ok.
Then its rili seven
iAm awake with ill literacy,
I leave the bed with no great compassion-
With no mouth to carry it in.
Im sori that there is no good
At least not that we can see
Im sori that ur tears keep fallin
An my care is bak there,
lost tangled in my sheets.
9-22-03