twentyfour
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i wake up to an ending,
clutching at slumber
in my reluctance to admit
the disappointed morning.
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all day, i am
remembering the wrong words
for the right conclusions,
the silence replaying
the sound of the passing time,
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habits and solitude
repeating under different lights.
by now,
the empty breeze
concedes the impending night.
-
amidst the evening's helplessness,
the bruising clouds
become the sky.

december
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At once, everywhere,
the loss of a stillness.
The shattering of water,
the drawing out of rain.
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silhouettes
rushing through the grey,
made blunt by the drizzle.
the inscrutable concrete,
unfolding in lines.
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the continuing streets
and blurring expectations.
the remains of the moment,
the persisting time.
awash,
in a reminder of smallness
and flesh.

after
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Derelict sojourns in
Obfuscation.
Unknowingly
Chasing an imaginary coincidence of
Happenstance, misjudging
Even you. The
Brief possibility of otherwise
Allows an insistent recollection of folly. then
Gravity. then the neverending why.