Freed man, walks his mind at night,
envisions parallels with different eyes.
Senses wraith-like anticipations
not cloyed by demands of expectations.

I wonder what he views, tonight?

Sad man, sleeps in alley doors,
envisions comforts from different worlds.
Senses Time sings-a lullaby!
Crying tears that are almost dry.

I wonder if he dreams, tonight?

Frieze man, yearns to be at peace,
envisions lull of sentient release.
Senses exposures beyond his reach,
still he steels himself to touch…

I wonder how he feels tonight…

Erin Moen
11/20/03
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