Never white, never true,
muddied have we the waters of Truth,

and we dive in its depth,

looking
for luminescent pearls—

which now in its
henbane heart,

are asphyxiating blue.

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Your morning dark as night,
delights,
your clouds fattened,
threaten
to burst any moment.

Ah! Deliciousness
lurks in the air,
a scent as familiar as my self,
many moments come cascading.

The sun too
has longed to be over shadowed.

Please July, stay this way.

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The heat is inundating in heaves
raining humidity in heaps
and my patience is being drained
by the long lost electricity.

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Almost

My words almost say
what I feel, 
but not completely.

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Life weaves

and completes

its incomplete bits.

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...

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I miss
having a tree
by my bedside window,
old ritual foregone—
shushing crows.

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Is understanding everything
and
feeling stupid.

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Train Tickets in My Wallet

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The need to write
and the one to keep quiet,
yin and yang
of my thoughts,

two peas in a pod,

nothing alike,
yet their strife
is summer's bloom.

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