unshining
Posted over 5 years ago
it’s too early for a Sunday morning
awake, lying in the bones of a week
the days are too regular, too hurried and unshining
they come on and on like slanted rain in my face
blinding me to things remaining simple
there are lessons to be found, somewhere
hidden in the rubble of me, in the playground
behind the ageless school of existence
- – -
I spend these hours absent of eloquence
missing t…
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