dev-benjamin-219413I hover between

conscious and unconscious worlds

hummingbird of dreams


Transparent droplets

betrayed by their own weight, fall.

Sad. Evanescent


Leaves glow like embers.

Time flies, a rising Phoenix.

I remain static.


A Summer song trapped
by heavy clouds. Beads of sweat
form. The first drop falls.


Stomach full of stones.
I set my alarm.


Haiku. That is all.
Or maybe that isn’t all.
Wait, it is. Oh well.

dark clouds huddle together.
Furtive. Conspiring.











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