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Feeble Suns

Posted to Utterances




the indecision of the weather is deafening my soul
with it's wind shattered breath and feeble suns

a pine straw bed under darkening skies
circumventing my need for
love
shelter
consumption

I am alone this day...
and the next

as solitude defies it's nature
stretching beyond the indefinite horizon
into opaque dreams of future tragedies...

I sleep