I am the wandering poet,

I do not sleep

I am wasting these days in the dregs

Of the deep.

I live in the church of myself

Bizarre & unfulfilled,

The spirit of the waking man,

And the fool, the reckless fool.

For I am walking round the circle

From the outside looking in,

I am the shadow on the wall

And the wall is growing thin.

So can you see me?

Only Here

And There,

And Now?

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~ R.M. Engelhardt