mamma !
the sudden call
breaks through quiet folds of sleep
the helper shifts from low-state introspection
to alert
to read and follow signs slewed by illness
time is the mystery
time, rhythm, mystery
a piebald piper am i
sitting by the atlantic
watching wave upon wave
trying to comprehend
to cut through the pinball overlay
the bells, the shrieks, the moralists running berserk
to get to where really is
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