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.
Well, one more day squeezed past. My days in this job are winding up soon. It will be end of this month maybe. Feels strange but with whatev...
1 comment:
Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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