For the past couple of lifetimes. And every day as it seems. Everything has a sharp edge to it. I stand on a morning cliff and the rest is void so I fill it with my fear of things undone. Time is a wasted. So i sit with the birds singing in my ears and see the motion of what is left of me filling the quiet room.
Also. There is a cat sleeping here all day.
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