i am here but am not hearing
poetry on jeans
the week is already done
the movement of time
i have surfaced.
signaled by bird-noises
all-around distractions-
when its brightest
there is a chill but it is warming
as moving builds to epiphany
in front of everything
painting scribbles in the early day-
early day-
am surrounded.
sound of wind through room window
graffiti on walls
closest in the afternoon, all
to the thoughts of things, of
dodos singing sadly.
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