I am the wandering poet,
I do not sleep
I am wasting these days in the dregs
Of the deep.

I live in the church of myself
Bizarre & unfulfilled,
The spirit of the waking man,
And the fool, the reckless fool.

For I am walking round the circle
From the outside looking in,
I am the shadow on the wall
And the wall is growing thin.

So can you see me?

Only Here

And There,

And Now?

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~ R.M. Engelhardt