transplanted two
wishing on one
the brightest above
standing below as if eye
know something
the others don’t
drinking coffee
as the night
wears on deeper
the darkness rolls
over in place
and that might
not even make sense
to many and too many
as eye dagga down
until irie as the village clown
spinning around to see
who comes back into view
black sky will eventually
turn back to blue…
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