Thursday, November 1, 2007

Mostly Freely

In the night far away
The light shines dimly.
The snow falls
And a man is alone.
Tired and dry
Home again.
He makes the trip
Through the shutdown black
Towards the day
Just ahead.
Eyes red when awakened.
Not enough rest again.
That is truly the point
Of the coming weeks end.
His spirit somehow lifts.
His body somehow starts
His mind somehow tags along.
Then they come.
The young energy appliances.
They suck the volts
From his sockets.
It flows, mostly freely,
Always without relent.
Until he is dry.
He must always go
Home again.

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