Most Time
Most time is
unremarkable:
the conscious mind asleep
between stitches and scores
hoots and howls
sweet scents and fouls
hunger and bowels--
viruses needing cures,
shifting earth
and weather skewers
determining our garments
and directions…
even our intimate affections
a product of environment,
each a prison of sorts
Strange, yet God claims
not to lead us…
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2018
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