just like darkness, there was light
engorged, falling, and breaking into itself
formidable damage
unified repair
twinkles and thingsies spread in a comfy way
dangle, they do, in the darkness
on a string
near a thing
fighting to be noticed or un-noticed
unbothered
hugging each other 'round a blazing bonfire
gossiping of lies and truths
unbothered
playing duck duck goose, but never ever
ending
'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
they go
unbothered, but then
"I have mites" says one
"oh" say the others
"they're itchy, infesting, and hurtful" says one
"oh" say the others
"all of a sudden, I want to know what time it is" says one
"oh" say the others
one is not like the others
and.
by
the way.
it's 8:00 am, and I need a coffee
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