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coffee pots
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NO EYELIDS
rise now from that burdened bed
redememption and forgetfulness
the heavens have evaluated
yet again, the wonder in your day
whether complex, emotional
or plain right vexed in coffee pots
the inner screams and effort
to weaken self for wiser thoughts
the clock only stops because
the battery is dead, so is your head
forlorn, ruthlessly fruitless in a sea
of misgiving worldly energies
come and feed my hungry beast
The third and fourth lines
The third and fourth lines are the center of the poem, and are also two of the most important lines you have written.
Starward