Notes
drizzle



stranger, under a drizzle,
what a very strange sight to behold.
there was a time when, under a cold sun,
i closed my eyes
and a stranger came
arose from a haunting sleep, tall and
disarming,
wicked, behold,
he was a flicker, but of a pervading kind.

this morning the sun came early,
rays, silver in colour, bathed
in the odour of a now decaying somnolence,
awaken, at last, from dreams of golden festoon,
a long yesterday ago,
mumbling, but of reality,
screaming, aloud yet in haste,
flawed and alive,
hello, stranger.

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June 10th
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