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.
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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.