quite enough time

quite enough time has passed
for this skin to sheave off reams of dust
quite enough bubbles percolated through these veins
wondrous baubles encapsulated in these brains
milles of moles of others atoms borrowed
miles of new blood these bones have marrowed
the old me shuffled off with each foment
a new me born every precious moment
am i not so completely and entirely new
yet still this brumal shiver makes me think of you
i sought this desert clime to get away
though sentimental heart would beat erstway
heinous hiemal hawks claw me to remembers
fabled land where each year had five decembers

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About Brad Werner

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