ThisClose

Thisclose. So close, my tongue’s abuzz
With flavors yet unknown because
I haven’t tasted them–not quite–
And yet they whet my appetite
With odors so co-proximate
If they were rain my brain’d be wet.
I’m close. Thisclose. No, cTlhoisse.
(That’s “close” all tangled up with “this.”)
So close…but closer still is sleep.
Success can wait. I’m counting sheep.

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About Michael

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