It’s a life so short, but the days stretch

beyond what is comfortable.

Too tight or not tight enough, too warm

with no sense of warmth.

Much time is spent imagining

and then forgetting

because pretend things are painfully distant.

I’m as empty as hands cupping river water.

I am minutes in a sprawling galaxy.


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