2020-08-24 – Overcast

it’s boundless dreams
in the untrained

that our canvas

can’t dream when we don’t sleep
and capsules they push
only leave my eyes
open wider, like
i get sleep,

it’s the bone-deep soak
we need to rinse
these hands,

to wash the crowns off
these twisted


seems we’ve been drifting
through clear skies
for too long

to appreciate the relief
a dim horizon

Wrinkly Thinker

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