An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you.
Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.
Waiting for Emily
She seldom answers
my call returning to
where ever in her room
we wait for inspiration
I conerned about the nation
she taping the pencil
waiting for creation
perhaps she will call
phantom phone down
in the hall we will
second guess verses
or not, in celestial call
she failed to make reply
when I asked about why
posted by D.O. | 11:16 AM
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