The paper curls
It’s edges drenched by sunlight
Certified chaos across the pages
Without the luxury of leaving
The pen strikes
Thoughts transcribed
An echo in such little space
Watched on from
The watchtower of repent
The stain of the pages
Strains the words
Cast across
To walk Main Street
An opaque dream.
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Thanks guys
I’m with Peter
Love this, Jason!