angst cycle (iii)
[Ƭ] (vi)

you pour the old creme in
snatch a single stir
leave it

the train rattle and roll
has the mix continue
to splotched black

i looked up just now
the sky
the grey same patch mixed

i hope the promised rain
will be as well






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