skipping rocks again
across the surface of the mirrored pool
glazed eyes with reality
dreams can only take you so high
rock bottom is a solid foundation
positive ever since
cracked knuckles on aching hands
holding the pen too tight
not wasting a moment
even in the midst
of an unintentional drought
forcefully spoiling a forgotten crop
blinking eyes in this direction
doesn’t have the same medicinal
effect as it once did…
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