Winter’s last cool night
Bright eyes crinkling and shining
Friend’s laughter joyful
Apx. 11:30 p.m.
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Winter’s last cool night
Bright eyes crinkling and shining
Friend’s laughter joyful
Apx. 11:30 p.m.
Whispering engine
Doubts creeping, should not be here
Among melting snow
Apx. 7:15 – 7:30 p.m.
I’ve called on others to analyze me
To evaluate and judge me
To name me as they see fit
Hoping to understand
What they understand
Starlight on puddles
I don’t want to fade away
Among these faint lights
Chasing hopeful light
Persevering night and day
I am still running
(Written on reflection of Wanting to be Wrong from last November.)
A quarter century of shadows
Coating the brain
Decades of void
Staining the heart
bury yourself / in hidden places /
every forceful exhale / purging doubts /
…
Tomorrow arrived
With neither fanfare nor doom
And became tonight
Quietly
Without incident
I’m casting these dice
Hoping for another night at the table
Either I go bust, fade into nothing
Or I find my fortune and live on
…
The end feels already written
But is it merely ink on paper, or etched in stone?
Delicate, easily torn