sunshine pales

storm clouds gather

circle and ensnare

it started like that yesterday

a poor excuse for an experience



before it began

foundations were laid

stories told in the bathroom

imagination embellishing turns of phrase

best friends lost

just your story remains

in between

that crazy zone

not in one place nor the other

trying to shift gear

the cogs are rusted

it took all day to get clear

long day typing

more mistakes than words

cat sneezes in my ear

he wants to play

I work to create

something enduring

they are circles

the books

stories completing themselves

spiralling into reality

stories pour through me

if I type they live forever

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