too blurred by

it’s happened

yet it seems all too blurred by

to commemorate

and though the elation caught

in snatches and relief-laden smiles

i feel again swept up

by the tide

its roiling cobalt crests

wait in kind to wash and strew

the shore of my weary laden mind

 

 

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the outside world

the outside world
was too caught up
in its
tossing and turning
whirling and churning

the suspended droplets
swam hurriedly into rivulets

many arms
tossed between them
a head

many arms
held a woman
possessed

and so the shadow play of the wind persisted
the trees erratically moving to a music
not heard but seen

in that frenzied chill
of time
Sleep escaped
and Peace retreated
and Thought
imagined
things that
had yet to
happen
but determined
that they would.