Putting little balls of ink
down, one after another.
The shards develop in the
dark room, if we have faith.
We see growth in the light
when people gather.
Talking wasn't easy and
then it got harder.
Take a breath, do some
reading, even Dracula had to talk.
A travelogue, a map,
a diagram, trigonometry nerds.
They gather together by
feel without need for faith.
But light erupts along
with cool rain, rivers, delight.
So yes I stopped answering
phone calls and taking deliveries.
They all dropped such weight
like likes and other samenesses.
The boring vision of death
a skeleton with it's hand out.
Each finger bone a knotted
dream.
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