Chair, Sofa and Bed

Repetition

Between these three points of love
and sloth (mostly the latter),
I flounder.  Resting, without laurels,
restlessly.  Pausing between pauses,
to inventory this harvest of  regret;
to consider from every angle of  unease,
this permanent rut… to forever name remainless,
staring at a curtain.

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