All day
Runs and rolls
Through small cracks at times
One star sits as others fall
Rivers dry up
Gateways become openings
Skys dim
While the morning can be something new
Crickets in the sound
Less of an issue
More of a truth now
This world we are living in
Created by our choices
More things to consume
Or wear black and smile
Clothes take awhile to spoil
Hoods in the cold
Long lines vanish
Right before it gets loud
Turn in
Simple patterns in the system
Blind men
Imagine what a shake up feels like
No more retreading
No more of the same
As the heat stops pumping
Water drips
In the cool pale atmosphere
Behind the in front of you
Never endless
Only when you close your eyes
Hazy Acres 
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