darkness keeps falling
as my hand clutches for light.
groping the future.
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found future
looking into time
trying to undo the crime.
fast is the future.
warble warbler
feathered friend next door.
turn up the sound to your song.
carry me along.
telling time
time has memory
like a bitter scorned woman.
live appropriately.
sound bound
from my small tragus
i hear the sound of your voice.
a choir of angels.
gaining nothing
it’s a long goodbye
that often bears repeating.
sorrow my old friend.