tired
tired
too tired for wonder
lay me down
in soft, warm dust
beside a lake
in which stones float
and the forest
stands quiet and gray
tired
too tired to wander
let me be
on my own couch
where the door
locks out the world
where I live
wanting nothing
no fear, no fear
tired
too tired
goodness will come
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Addendum: Life is more like the Lanterne Rouge than Lance Armstrong: live weak.