waited ten hours
finally something rose
to the surface
must’ve been
all today’s rain
rewriting things
nine years old
same title
what is the purpose
nothing concluded
desperately seeking
truth as if it’s
the next breath
and he’s been
underwater too long
the sirens will go
on all night long
if he was to stay
up and listen
he won’t
he need to breathe
more cleansing air
and it won’t be easy
everything must
change
eventually it’s nature’s
way the world changes
beneath him as he
sits in his wet clothes
nothing concluded
it’s impossible
to sit idle
while stagnant words
waiting for edit night
two hour red pen session
rewriting becomes
too strong description
merely adjusting
the view he thought
he had back then
for now
he know it’s
getting late
the neighborhood
house lights going dark
is there anyone else
who thinks
this much
and puts this much thought
down nightly
(if he can)
he will succeed
and plead his case
after midnight
if necessary…
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