Daily observations from the outdoors. All writing done on the spur of the moment by a teacher with nothing better to do.

 

Spiraling down
Beneath the ground…
Deep to the other side…
To a place of indigo…
Where the doppelgangers dance…
And the people clap 
Across the daily 
Hours…
Until your velvet ship sails into
The nightmares 
That are always present…
In a friendly way…
Just below…
The surface…
Of the moon…

Spiraling down
Beneath the ground…
Deep to the other side…
To a place of indigo…
Where the doppelgangers dance…
And the people clap
Across the daily
Hours…
Until your velvet ship sails into
The nightmares
That are always present…
In a friendly way…
Just below…
The surface…
Of the moon…

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