You get older and the roar starts
the quiet flourishes
you wonder where the crowd went.
A cause to canvas for?
I wake up in the morning.
It takes me hours to focus
but when I manage it
I hum dully, rigged
with a sort of ease, mindful
of the Galilean orbits
the way the sun splinters
tracks in the nightly snow.
the quiet flourishes
you wonder where the crowd went.
A cause to canvas for?
I wake up in the morning.
It takes me hours to focus
but when I manage it
I hum dully, rigged
with a sort of ease, mindful
of the Galilean orbits
the way the sun splinters
tracks in the nightly snow.
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