like yesterday, the day before,
sitting under the shade of
previous thoughts not always
are they the way they are...
city dwellers and country folk
tend to tie their shoes differently
opposing views held that all
the same point to depression,
a deepening desire who have
aged past their usefulness,
both perceived and imagined,
resting in the comforts of
obsolete memories designated
by those in controls - death
goes as it is willed to go...
sitting on the edge of comfort
watching days flow by slowly,
noticing the shifts in clouds
and the faces they presented,
the sun moving dangerously
close to the rising moon,
wishing it were the other way
around as time captures the of
around as time captures the of
what we what we left behind.
November 4, 2025

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