Thrice it spins through the air
And settles in joy here.
Let me describe it.
Loss of profound nothing,
Feel the weight of obscure
Pain, what we can't describe
Since it never occurred.
As the lights flicker on
The mind turns inside out
Discovering a lack
Of new paths to turn.
Sleep comes. Sleep goes. Sleep hides.
Where do we go from here?
Right where we were going.
Tomorrow's better.
-Jack Holder
December 2014
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