I wish that I could lie,
Out of sight of cold blue sky,
Empty, cold,
Absent of mind,
Thinking no dull, adult thought,
Uncomprehending, dumb, untaught,
Still myself, boring, old,
But back in that place
I used to find,
When as a child I sought
Comfort, satisfaction,
Numb and peaceful noise distraction.
I wish to transcend the daily grind,
And all that is stressful and fraught,
Flat on my back
On wide and ancient, deal boards,
Finding some untuneful rest,
Breathing reedy, metal chords,
Deep in my receptive chest.
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