Sunday, April 19, 2020

Reason
brush away
what is left of the sun
the make believe
the things you said
the undone shapeless brilliance
and you have me

dance wildly if you wish
in the shining circle
of my mindless lies
quickly name me in the memory
of these meaningless things
of this runaway dream
that surrounds us
I have forgotten now
in the time there was
for everything
now there is no time
no clock unwinding
no clamor to be heard
no willows waving their
final goodbyes
for the time being
now no reason
at all
jppestana
Reason
4.18.2020

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