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Seventy-Seven Year-Old Man

Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 11:48 am
by Don Schaeffer
It is late
mid-morning and
most of my night-time
privacies have died down.
I shower and wash
almost all my
obsessions of grease and jelly.
I sit down on my dry chair
and let the cool air
sterilize my mind-flesh
away from what is impossible,
and the dreaming.
I redeem myself from