Friday, March 25, 2016


Guided thoughts,
Repeated words,
Endless time got me here.
Rosy, fast-moving glints
Of mellowed nostalgia,
Best left discarded,
Remain somehow
After all this rain.
It's there, a faint film
Right around the edges
That just can't seem to be cleaned off,
It's comforting.
A slow sip
Marking the end of a long week.
A train somewhere
Out in the impenetrable night,
Calming us.
But like all experiences
We are left marred 
More imperfect than before
More human.

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