Dark Clouds

On and off it goes like a
clock.  When it is on,
life is clear.  When the switch
is off, life is blurred, and
not clear.  Sometimes the
dark clouds set in and make
concentrating a task.  It is best
when the thoughts flow fast
and furious, and aren't impaired
by outside forces.


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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