IN SOLITUDE AT NIGHT
In solitude at night
my life flashed before my eyes.
In darkness I sobbed
filling the air with sadness.
I stumbled into
bed and remained a shadow
of my former self.
I fell into a deep dream.
Suddenly, I was that
man again. In my dream I
breathed a sigh of
relief. I was myself
in this minor miracle.
I was a shooting star.
SHOOT THE MOON
There was a time
I tried to shoot
the moon.
But I never got close.
Eventually
death would come to
take my life.
THE SOLITUDE OF A STAR
How much would you pay to see
the solitude of a star? Is it worth it
to purchase such disquiet?
In solitude I stay up most nights and
whatever this is worth, I pay no
mind or money to the blank page.
I imagine I coast most days while
the clock ticks away. Things happen
for a reason. My preoccupation with
words concern me. The solitude of
a star has gathered steam in my
naked thoughts as I develop my craft.
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