Food for Thought-I Am Feeling Less Human Each Day

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Sleeping underneath,
The unreachable window,
Feeling less human,
Each day,
In an indestructible moment
Of Epicurean creation,
Dying a windy death,
Upon the deafening shores,
Of a blinding sea,
I ask
To be made whole,
Of dry conscious,
And freed from aching dreams.

–Richard Bryant

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