the yoke runs free

6 Oct

it’s night time, but it feels like day.puddle 001 (3)
maybe it’s the still air.
there aren’t many stars to see,
but spiders make webs.
i feel ’em in my hair.
there’s probably meat transforming into maggots down some forgotten alleyway and yet a crossing guard will wave school kids onward tomorrow morning.

painting by colorsetbrushes

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