It happens, empty and full
you can hardly breathe
or stand to look at the words as they are
being written.
You wait, and you tend.
But when am i to start stretching again?
Step over the oil leak;
the rainbow is gone, the sun
has retreated. Stifle, stifled,
rifle through the ephemera.
Get up!and run towards something
useful.
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