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Nightly appointment with disconnect

Darkness scrolls………
Release the crumpled maps and secret codes
Every important paper burns across the sky
X fades into a blackhole freefall
Y is a bumpy red light trail
Music is echoes
Ghosts are tinsel whirlwinds
Taste is too rapid to be a sense
Spattered on like sloppy blue oil paint flung from nowhere
Destiny’s question mark
History’s ballast wasted in bloom
The quarter spins freely
The daylight’s dawn


About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

2 responses »

  1. What a cool poem . . .and I loved the title. Looking forward to my time to disconnect here tonight. . . sometime . . .soon please Lord! ha!

  2. hope you have reconnected after a pleasant disconnect .
    I know you are very connected to your children in the day.
    blessings to you !


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