These are hollow moments-
When the clock is slow,
And I watch away my life...
These are hollow dreams,
Knife-sharp jabs at reality:
Create or be created...
These are hollow lives
I live with much conviction;
The weight of sleep is maddening
and heavy on my brow...
Saturday, March 28, 1992
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