stOLEN mOMENTS

Forbidden silence in surreal coolness,
Fighting for eyes and their wide openness.

I focus on the blinding white of the blinking light,
Trying to share my thoughts or what they might.

It’s too late to plan relief from sorrow,
I’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

To have better chains of tired thought,
Refreshed by sleeps so hardly sought.

Senior Experience Designer. 25 years designing, developing, writing, speaking, facilitating and teaching.

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