still have the sky at least
blank as it may be
or telling a different story
a script I cannot read
awaiting the chance to jump
to know when the time is right
to hear to see to feel
again the quiet echo
/there's nothing more to come/
waiting past hoping
turning to river to stone
Sunday, June 25, 2017
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