repeating
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Like lightning rips through the sky
and pieces itself back together
thus the communication was.
Being severed and patched
over and over.
Each time the sound of
thunder roaring
Sometimes I run wayside down a trickling sky.
Like a fool with no bearing,
I’m swallowed by the passing time.
I don’t know what we are doing.
I think we’re waiting…for something.
Like a spiral,
Have you ever,
Taken a step back for the gratitude of your own work.
Taken a step back,
For the appreciation of the piers.
For a wider look on the world,
A look that digs underneath false notifications.
