Torrential rainstorms and vaporized cleaning solvents watering my neocortex. Keratin horns, and black bands of pigment. Wrung from an hour of meager ego defense. Across abandoned school fields, a lack of mourning for long dead relationships. And stifled tears for cracked consonance. Ripples in a personal pond smooth out across the weeks and discernment. Mirrors empty of sunlight reflect the growing lines of gray. A lecture of hubris, giving answers to unowned questions. And the surprise of symphonies in the trees.

3:44 p.m. - 2021-10-07