Spirits
Breaking stony silenceWords that cut through bone and
plunder through the soul
among the needy.
Walking through the end of time
and the beginning.
Looking through the stars
The looking glass of reason
Flying high.
Simmer down
Fragrent grounds
in my coffee
waking up the part of me
that's dying.
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