Four p.m.
Can you see?
Your hands in front of your face?
Words can't exspress
my nightmare in the light
to be broken down by stress
It's a reoccurring dream
in a predetermined stream
Through the contour of a political society.
A dramatization
of flowing waters
under my breath.
Bob Jenkens
(A river in the desert)
Words can't express
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