sweet molasses

low level noise
binds my ears and blocks
the flow of words
to my mind-
spinning and locked,
i remain immovable
and barren of thought…
so desirous of warmth
i sit outside in hopes
sunlight might shine through
the molasses of my heart
and get this tired soul
singing again

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