in the brief moment . when the heavens touch the earth . nothing else matters
someone’s had enough . when they dump their cereal . box on the sidewalk
choosing a small part . of the much larger picture . removes all context
it doesn’t take much . to look behind the facade . and see what is real
wearing its disguise . the storm cloud appears friendly . even inviting
with so many ways . to say the same thing, we stop . paying attention
never trust your dreams . to someone who says their dreams . are always nightmares
with systems in place . rest comes easier, even . though decay moves in
something represents . a place or an idea . until it’s replaced
someone dropped a jar . of olives, leaving behind . a strange metaphor
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