Prelude to Fall

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long drag on the minutes past two,
too early for tea
mind drowsy from stories unfinished; pages abandoned by the minute, compulsion to seek out people and places sworn we’d do without
distraction, distractions—
collision of minds in the world outside, brings forth motion of its own kind
when the universe in its whole finds itself aligned
may gravity pull you back to the surface
from the space that resides
within these hours prior to five
fermenting eternally in these everlasting days
mid-July

strands of silence

past dented rooftops and lived-in streets
where lavender blooms along greenery
the air is calm but no peace to be found
in the landscape of early memory

no soul in sight yet I find mine destabilized
as the child within comes to recognize
these faded structures of domestic comfort
where she could have made her own bed
and lied

renouncing every bit of life

yet to be known
to these quiet streets

where day succeeds day succeeds week