On the edge of illness I woke up
And, as good writing rules dic….
I was caught by a moment, and left a thought hanging
And, by now, I’ve lost my grip on it.
And it has fallen of the edge of the abyss of my mind
But I keep writing, doing, and reflecting
because the lessons of any value come round in refresher courses of life.
Nothing ever repeats identically, and we may morn for lost opportunities,
But the most important things never entirely leave either,
Even if we can only see the ghost of a memory,