10.21.2018

it’s not quite sadness

balanced; teetering on the narrow
unknowing, other than sunrising 
somewherethere above and behind
you really have to look
most mornings

i’m locked in, but
the key is mine;
the lock of my own construction
having agency over this time
and sillyfeeling, this weight that
never gets lighter

like the days sometime do

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