Float away, the rain-sea that is also the
sky.
Untethered
to anything.
Shuffled by wind.
Still, it sinks.
Lower
and lower with the pull of the million eyes that look up and hope.
There have been a few upheavals today. Could not keep my fast. But held ground. So, no harm done. Managed to keep track of the electrician...
1 comment:
Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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