somewhere between
somewhere between
san francisco
and st. louis,
the hours
dissolve into
sky, mechanical
wings tow
the night, heart
learns
to be taut
.
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Your words really have this haunting effect. Every time I read it, although there is no emotion expressed directly, it fills you up.
hi, CJ, that’s an interesting way to put it… your latest post has inklings of this as well. when “life [feels] pointless,” every data point you collect is a point! (smile) good luck on your 365!