The days run mad
scattered and tattered
by soft echoing sighs
that contemplates
reasons of inconsistency
simmering above the brow
till they boil down
straight into a pattern
that's only recongnized
throughout tomorrow.
The days ran dry
into a fluorescent haze
that fades in
but not out
slowly encouraging
each of their closing denials
before circling the spoon.
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