Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Far Out There

So, is now when we're supposed to 
Be saying goodbyes, but we don't 
Know it? 

We talk among ourselves about
This listlessness, the ennui
We don't have the language 
About it yet.

Powerful, though, the fields
Around us as we navigate 
If we find the quiet within
Enough to breathe and 
Reassemble

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