Oh Wellbeing,
you brief came back to me
one evening me awakening misthinking me for dawn
Just like you sunset fooling me my
wavering heart it’s
dawn again
the bending treetop breeze from sea
really gone
opposite though seeming Janus ambiguous, making
me like some
mourning executee
awake to Fate’s
drowsy betrayal by All but me my Earth’s sweet dirt of Death decree for sleep from tireless agony of Life’s grand dream
unthought by Me,
the great mistake
of Time again asleep again unseen.

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