dropping thoughts
like heavy
objects
thud to the
floor
might crack
under weight
until darkness
arrives
pulled across
the sky like
a blanket
hiding beauty
above or below
the sign
there’s a note
haven’t got
to read it yet
it’s been there
for days may
have been one
someone left
for me
or one I wrote
myself
more than
likely of no importance
seen behind
clouds
black sky night
only interruption
being the
conversation
under the sky a
welcomed break
in the monotony
of a mind
bent on
exploration
bent mind spiraling
out of control…
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