A Poem a Day into the Millennium  10 November 1999

PRAYING, SUFFERING AND FORGETTING

So ordinary
has become my living:
sodden with complaints
depressing challenges
and death of desires
shaping dream-images
once when moon or sex
caused no allergy and
breathing was deep;
my mind and eyes display
blankness as I wait
sleepless again tonight
in this room spinning
webs of non-consciousness
praying, suffering and
forgetting with new sun.