The clock showing 3 AM inspired me to write something, anything rather. I tried a new tack, I failed but the rubble is below..
Here I am seated-
In the silent corner,
Atop a minor dent.
Soughing breath,
Fitful hands,
Restive lids.
Careful, though.
Melancholy music
Of coloured song
Shuffles through,
Chances brick walls.
Notes whisk back,
Tousled and turned,
Ephemeral and ebbing.
Foot grazes carpet
With periodic tap.
Fingers itch
With tedious plan.
A bead trickles,
Diverging from a mass
Ending desiccated, defeated.
Darkness impregnates:
Crescent unseen.
Searching for abyss
Facing banal grey,
Philosophy forsaken.
Focus closer
Upon lined sheets,
Imagination mislaid.
Three assemble
In gradual procession,
Stare in silent pause.
Song fades,
Foot follows,
Eyes sigh.
Careful, though.
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