• Brian M Winningham

LANGUID

Looking to the east and the gently rising sun.

My morning also very gently begun.

Anxiety a far distant faintly buzzing tome.

My thoughts run only toward hearth, only toward home.

Negative emotions so easily breathed away,

Mind relaxed, psyche settled, body comfortably splayed.

Gentle warm breezes lift the hair on my arms.

I could fall slowly asleep here and never ever come to harm.

Under a glowing warm charm and floating on air,

I worship this slow dreamy feeling without any care.

Idleness and centeredness removing all strife

Think first, act slowly and live a reflected life.

Death waits for no one! Death waits for everyone.

I’ll just patiently wait on Death as I languish under the sun.

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