the sun is
diving down
a spiral of
sorts
the horizon
seems to be
the resting
place
he knows this
might be
the wrong
assumption
sun is setting
feeling it
through closed windows
and thick walls
carpeted room
still gives
no cushion to
the hard reality
he sees
emptiness
like the wind
in the face
can’t see it
but he feels
it’s presence for
sure…
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