So the sun sets again
or rises in slow reverse
purple hued sunburst.
The sun is disappearing behind these white plastic blinds
I barely notice the stress my eyes are under
reading by twilight. I strain to maintain this connection
to something else; words bigger than myself. I can't help it:
I built dreams on a story...
Labels: 30 poems in 30 days , dusk , poem , poetry , story , twilight , your gonna need glasses soon
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