Monday, November 29, 2021

A Recognizable Shape

He blinked, slowly. Man, I like
All kinds of shit that’s awful
For me. His face was a cloud,

Random configurations
Of blurred features assuming
A recognizable shape.

He tried to shake the shadows
He saw in front of his eyes.
Still here, though. Then he faded.

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