I escape into a dreary
ponder of the night
not under any new narcotic
but one less.
A semi sober mind and life
afresh to bring my
word to soul.
I am captain now,
Yes certain of my soul once
again.
What saved me were these
few words, even
my own.
Did words not save us from
the beasts?
Are our words not how truth
must be sung.
6/8/14
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