Wednesday, August 2, 2017


The night is an endless unraveling of midnight blue thread, 
the painful dissemblance of the day's tapestry loop by loop, 
revealing truths around you blind to the eyes in the glare of day. 
And as if attempting to flee capture by our own shadow at dusk, 
we vainly step no where as our feet sink in the hopeless muck of night, 
our minds overrun with the sadness and horror, 
hundreds of rats flowing like filthy water through a sewer. 
If we can find rest for just a moment 
while clinging to the last shard of light that disappears connecting to the first one that arrives, 
we will have remained sane for just one more day.
8/1/16 4:21am

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