Daydreamless

sitting here,

quiet,

as the windows

glorify the sky–

 

it appears

the day

is open to visitors

 

meanwhile,

i’m dressed

in solitude

sweating an imagination

of 26 letters

and hands that pass

for a mouth.

this tongue

licks

an empty plate.

 

 

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