Light comes late and leaves early like borrowed Lovers

My mind moves faster than my mouth can articulate
My fingers like white caps crashing against keyboard rocks
Tears whisking moisture from synovial joints
I disambiguate into a box filled with stillborn time laden dreams
Dreams neatly tucked within the seams of my face as I turn away from the light like hollows between mountain peaks
Light comes late and leaves early like borrowed Lovers

Napanoch Fog

Fog hiding the Gunx in Napanoch

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