Here, now, this, today
incomplete in every way;
This endless chatter, drowning
the endless scream snubbed
Here, now, gone away
flown away in orbs of mindless laughter;
But a few left tinkling,
between my fingers
shining moments of glee.
- in the night mess, Nid, 23 January 1am
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