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+Somnolence
+2020-10-25
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+***
+
+to be a young child again, forced outside
+in a bare backyard with nowhere to hide
+and scrape the ground's skin, past Gaia with wiles
+and dead skin cells that we shape into piles
+
+the sky far above is baby powder blue
+neighbor to gray, somnolent hue
+the blanket draped over a loop of time
+sheer thin veil between me and divine
+
+moon like an eye that I hold in my palms
+Nyx's guidance, a past world in the calm
+watching the branches rake past Selene's glow
+as above, truly, shall it be below
+
+this is the weather that speaks to my soul,
+that comes with sharp needle to stitch shut the hole
+and I bite wooden block, half-empty spirit glass,
+and remind myself that this too shall pass
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander