Out on some borderline
Some mark of inbetween
I lay down golden in time
And woke up vanishing
While the thunder held itself at bay I looked around, then ducked inside the sound.
lone is a word I handle with care is a kindness carefully crafted.
is the blank slate behind your eyes just my own reflection?
i am vanishing will it matter in the end?
entropy is the only destination,
these days.
dark cloud lurks especially at sundown,
with the unhinging of the guard.
don’t forget to sleep with your face tilted up for air.
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