Sometimes
sometimes the end arrives--
the darkest dark arrests breath--
gives way
to a medium gray day----
sometimes there is no end---
to what she wants to say-- to what
she wants anyone to hear---
sometimes the end arrives,
and no words can soothe,
or make finality's presence. create--
just necessitates- the timeless
zones of crystal unicorns-- 'Yessongs'
on plush headphones--
feelings cleave
to sweet music--
like coconut sugar as it flies.....
surrendering palms, fingers,
and arms overhead--
what is dead
is left unsaid
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