I did. its still raining and
the continuous drizzle is
quite enough company for
one. I own nothing right now
but a few stray thoughts
tangled in a sleepless mind.
the boom is thunder or my
heartbeat.
the dream being dreamt next
door is oblivious to the dream
across the street, and the one
miles away. we play like frigid
ghosts in isolation. but take us
into dreamland and we warm up
multicolored and dancing.
I am a virus tonight, mutating
in a war I have fought many
times. there's no death solution
for something not alive. feast
upon the host, the war rages
on. the drumline, the frontline.
march to the beat with worn-out
boots and restless DNA.
the drizzle is slowing down. the
midnight puddles are settling.
I want to give pieces of myself
away to something in need. the
storm drain takes the water from
the street, but what's nearby to
take the me from me. the boom
is thunder in the distance now.
I am calm upon a cold pillow
and a few stray thoughts still
tangled.
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