I have to think about my own nightmares,
things that keep my heart pounding awake
and keep away rest. Driving on flat roads
between fields of wind I might be stripped
away to dust if these sands won't help me sleep.
Job Sits with Me in My Grief I closed the door to my private room and sat on the cushioned futon with a cup of tea. When the words came, the...
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