Aside

“Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free.” L. Cohen.

Drinking sunlit water
he wonders if he will feel brighter soon.
He watches the sun setting; streaks of purple.
There is no pain in water.

A Poem for the Old Followers

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