6:15 am just before work

regression, question aggression
toppled from a false start of glory.
oh how the stars have met your eyes, mixed in Mexicali blues,
a silent remembrance of hues unsung,
coffee shop jolt and i’m left here with the rest, uncertain quest.
on the path sitting was strange bedfellows, mindful mush, and just like that the moment ceased…
looking for the serpent, looking for the apple..of my eye, no more time to die, not yet,
waiting once again for signs of life.
choices, voices, coming just below the surface of this distant reality.
strange faces, in familiar places.
i’ll catch and collect them until the sun signs off.
standing on a forgotten dock i watch sacrificial ships
slither towards uncertain fortune


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