Nothing clears the cloud like the moon
nothingness fills in the space
before it is declared a place
not everything needs a place
not every place needs a clearing
look at the sea flowing across
you can, too
clouds are just horses that flew
to reclaim space and hide places
and the Moon made a deal
to co-exist in days one to fifteen
flowing like the sea.

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The snooze button feels a renewed sense of purpose tonight.

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It's always the people, not the food.

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Between losing its wings and
finding its feet
Freedom grew.

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eating an ice cream in the heat
with a sore throat
most of it melts away
the little you ate
inflames your throat
and you lose your voice
for making that choice.

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traffic jam
just a traffic jam
was love
years of society
years of rulebook
like bread and butter
gone stale for years
no eaters
a house full
yet starved
sleep met amnesia
yet all helll broke loose
at the visible sight of
a red signal.

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She wished her lips were
her forehead
in her afterlife.

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You write to earn a halo
then you write without.

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Six settles on the day's frowns
its hand as short for the deadlines
as mine was for the kitchen shelf at Six.
Outside the air-conditioned cubicles
the countdown for a full moon night begins
Seven knocks at the door like a beware of dogs sign.
You don't want to take the risk of rabbies.
The air weighs in your footsteps,
but the sight of home quickens them.
On the sofa, eight's hands elongate like a shadow
and suddenly, you are looking at Nine
in a swift circle of sixty, wishing dinner cooked itself.

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