Teeth of Memory
There
is no such thing as easy.
Not at not dead yet dot net.
The innovation of invention
is alive inside with no regret,
yet, consistancy and the
consistancy of no consistancy
is living within me... upset.
How can sleep be frustrating me?
The
teeth of my memory keep bitting...
...still I'm fighting to forget.
My heart is hibernating and waiting
with desire to gamble,
but nothing to bet.