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boredom.

Posted to Action Poetry




our selves have grown dull.

the shine we were born with
fades down to a grey.
we can be incandescent,
or nearly so.

i am the phosphorous
of the bay,
glowing green,
moon fractured over choppy water.

i refuse
to grow dull,
i will revolt
against age.
fall in love every day,
reborn with a quiet sun.