and the fake qualifier

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

no longer writing in the third person

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Picture

hiding from the rain

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."

like first name

Rain, starting

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.