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COLD NIGHT �(11-4-1990, San Diego, California)

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cold night � � � � � � � � � �
the clock � � � � � � � � � �
behind me � � � � � � � � � �
still � � � � � � � � � �
until i rewind � � � � � � � � � �
some more timeless � � � � �
tics into it� � � � � � �
at thirty six � � � � �
winds � � � � �
i stop � � � � � � �
to listen � � � � � � � � � �
tic �tic � � � � � � � � � �
tic �tic � � � � � � � � � �
tic � � � � � � � � � �
as measured � � � � � � � � � �
time � � � � � � � � � �
moves on again � � � � � � � � � �
descriptions spill � � � � � � � � � � �
out into � � � � � � � � � �
cold night s� � � � � � � � �
chill � � � � � � � � � �
in some ways � � � � � � � � � �
accurate � � � � � � � � � �
yet overly � � � � � � � � � �
detailed � � � � � � � � � �
if not quite � � � � � � � � � �
a bit too � � � � � � � � � �
ponderously thick � � � � � � � � � �
abstractly symbolic � � � � � � � � � �
messiahcaholic � � � � � � � � � �
or maybe � � � � � � � � � �
only dew drop � � � � � � � � � �
deep � � � � � � � � � �
enough to drown ��
a pom pom � � � � �
in � � � � � � � � � �
or quench � � � � � � � � � �
a pomeranian � � � � � � � � � �
or even fool � � � � � � � � � �
some � � � � � � � � � �
pre ecliptic � � � � � � � � � �
visionary mystic � � � � � �
late night �insomniatic � � � � � � �
scribblin � � � � � � � � � � �
fool like me � � � � � � � � � �
while � � � � � � � � � � �
somewhere � � � � � � � � � �
way out � � � � � � � � � �
there � � � � � � � � � �
a priest � � � � � � � � � �
proclaims � � � � � � � � � �
he s celibate � � � � � � � � � � �
espousing � � � � � � � � � �
by touting � � � � � � � � � �
his abstinate � � � � � � � � � �
will � � � � � � � � � �
cold night � � � � � � � � � �
the clock � � � � � � � � � �
behind me � � � � � � � � � � �
still � � � � � � � � � �
continues � � � � � � � � � �
to mindlessly � � � � � � � � � �
tic �tic � � � � � � � � �
tic �tic � � � � � � � � � �
tic away � � � � � � � � � �
into � � � � � � � � � �
cold night s�chill � � � � � � � � � �
until even � � � � � � � � � �
this once � � � � � � � � � �
blank � � � � � � � � � �
empty page � � � � � � � � � �
has finally � � � � � � � � � �
too now � � � � � � � � � �
had it s fill � � � � � � � � � �
for anymore � � � � � � � � � �
of me � � � � � � � � � �
tonight � � � � � � � � � �
with my annoying � � � � � � � � � �
mosquito like pen � � � � � � � �
wherein � � � � � � � �
from whence � � � � � � � �
these peculiar � � � � � � � � � �
thoughts and words � � � � � � � �
seem to still � � � � � � � �
persist � � � � � � � � �
please �please � � � � � � � � �
have mercy please � � � � � � � � �
may not even � � � � � � � � � �
one more � � � � � � � � � �
sleepless thought � � � � � � � � � �
nor buzzing word � � � � � �
arise in me � � � � � �
nor be released� � � � � � � � � �
from me � � � � � � � � �
tonight � � � � � � � � �
at all � � � � � �
so � � � � � �
please �please � � � � � � �
please � � � � � � �
i beg of thee � �
oh restless �sleepless � � � � � �
inner muse � � � � � � �
as off into � �
this soft �sweet �
night s � �
gentle �silent now � � � � � �
i pray thee � � � � � �
let me � � � �
gently slip �
and fall away
back off into �
the deep �
sweet �silent �
mindless �
thoughtless �
peaceful reset s
natural rebalanced �
resolve �
of perfectly blissful �
fully unconscious �
restorative �
healing sleep �
so effortlessly �
here �
once more �
again �
after so many �
long �long years �
of nightmarishly �
insufferable nights �
gone by
many of which
i barely
survived
due �at least
in part
to my not �
having �
been able to
do so before
at all
to simply
shut it
all off
so i could
fall off
and away
into
the great mystery s
sweet �temporary respite
of my
egoic mind
my physical body s
and being s
fully surrendered
sense of identity
into
my more complete
near total
nightly sleep s
dreamtime erasure
that is
until here
just
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