Repeats
Standing in the dark of night
listen to my breath
as it hisses into the black
Orphaned raindrops
announce residency on my face
Thinking of all the repeats which haunt life
Breath and blinks in unison
The blood pumps constant grind
sun and moon propaganda
of time
wind traces its fingertips over lips
Final death never to be repeated
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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