*
I recon I could be
creative as the sun
everyday making
enchantments new
shadows new patterns
filling up infinite palettes
it moves slowly
waltzing around
we a revolving object
apparent stillness
for a never
ceasing creativity
.
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*
how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun
we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing
how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes
we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating
how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you
no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths
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*
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here I try to free
the space between
.
a glimpse of sleep
and the will to utter
.
the sun hiding
silent is the wind
.
he works his mission
out with diligence
.
got no surprises
just time to linger
.
.
annamosca 