a coin or more for the disowned dreams on the sidewalk
in the quantum sense it is impossible to be still
every point of significance in spacetime referenced to each drop of rain
what the flesh dreams the reality becomes
all roads lead to the eternal drizzle
rabbit holes have bottoms but the overthinking nature of some are pretty endless
damp earth we steal each other’s thunder
this evening softened by muddy hands
a sigh as the moonlit miasma spreads across the night sky
pale glow did the darkness scare you autumn moon
