February 24, 2018

From knowhere you appear
Eyes stretching upwards and over like a stressed moonscape
Blanketing what is needed, to function, to speak, to reason, to justify
Gone. Thrown away and not coming back
Until mourning it shall wake

I hope

Keep to that script and recharge those batteries that feel dry and old

Too much to ask?
Just let things make sense to the sensible disposition

< Tonight Felt Rough

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