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another year gone

another year gone
relegated to dust bins
how many candles?

a crack is forming

a crack is forming
attraction of broken things
monday morning blues

drifting consciousness

drifting consciousness 
away from time’s embrace
watching dreams unfold

to be dithering

to be dithering
in the space of hard choices
remember to breathe

a dash of madness

a dash of madness
stirred in a vat of cider
possibilities

there is a looming

there is a looming
that sense impending doom
a goodnight to all

as the dust moves on

as the dust moves on
a full moon on the playa
searching for silence