the sky above
holds no answersas I find myself
stuck again gazing
thought explodes
falling in and
out of sleep
or is it confusion
or some other
delusional state
things getting hectic
and breaking apart
at the seams
and what seems genuine
is not
see me soar
high above
but below
my mistakes still burn
nothing concluded
the familiar scream
of the horn man
plays for my ears
and helps in an escape
attempt from the mind
feeling the spot
on the arm
of another artistic hand
it’s as if I could feel
a heart beat through this glove
one minute the eyes are
closed and then next
moment thinking I was
caught in another dream
nothing concluded
letting myself go there
and was I alone
the hair on the back
of my neck
stands on end
heard the words wrong
or just not spoken with
a genuine tone
spoken softly
as if the words might
disappear into the cloudy night
putting these thoughts to rest
next to a different light
now as darkness
has been all that I have seen. . .
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