Dead Zone

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Old bones in the morning ache

like cogs and wheels accumulating

rust from a cloying atmosphere

Decrepitude. It mocks

But I sense in this calling of time

a humour that goes with the warning

I can languish in the arrested zone

and take stock

starring in some delicious dreams

so real that heaven has surely come

and wrapped me in a welcome blanket

So here, between the light and dark

I am a novice

ready to go lightly and laugh

at the tolling of last orders.

Ladies and Gentlemen. Please.

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