With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
Birdsong and traffic
And an ordinary day
Chaos and jitters
And a crazy, crooked way
For cracks to widen
And things to slip through
Losing trinkets and time
Until I finally discover you.
(On crazy days, one is glad for fairy lights.)
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It was a good enough Monday. I am still tired now - head is heavy and I will sleep off for a few hours in a bit. It is 5:20 a.m. I had some...
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