the sun sets
sleep comes for you
the sunrises empty
the day is full of questions
the sun sets again, it didn't happen.
timeless waste backwards nowhere
it happens everywhere
but not here
glances everywhere
but nothing inside
cold sun, cold nights
all alone
two alone
just one more...
It is going to be another one of those weeks. I'll speak in vagueries and analogies to hide what I mean. I hit these weeks about 4 or 5 times a year. Every cylinder is in sync, every glance from every eye belies the obvious, and my empathy is at its maximum intake.
It's not a full moon this...
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