Thursday, December 20

restless fragments

eyes out of focus.
open.
shut.
open.
thoughts toss.
thoughts turn.
a restless mind begins to stir.
tears moisten the corner of eyes.
it's raining again.
and it's time to rise again.
what sleeps?
what wakes?
what rouses the sleeping shadows?
I.
It all begins with I.
But how will it end?

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