Monday, February 21, 2022

Miserable

today i floated through the window out
over the grass into the sunlit sky
and saw myself in passing looking low
behind my desk with misery welled eye

so i kept going up toward the sun
into the heart of starry brilliant fire
and lost myself for minutes on the run
returning to the burn of dead desire

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