a shard of blue shifts— skates across the sky, carried by darkening gray
Shard
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a shard of blue shifts— skates across the sky, carried by darkening gray
Pressure
Between
crushing pressures
at the centers of things
and pressure-less vacuum, there is
just this.
Just this—
this thin skin of
volition holds our hearts
within our chests and holds its beats
in check.
In check-
ered overlays
on all we see, the mind
beats against the shadows that lie
between.
(We have just opened a restaurant.
I'm averaging 16-18 hour workdays,
and 4 hours of sleep, if I'm lucky.
None the less, I will attempt
NaPoWriMo....No guarantees....
we'll see how this goes.)