Weighted With a Feather
There is no solace in dreams
nor any in sleep,
night has no medicine
for daylight afflictions.
I once found a wild field of light
in a dark forest,
I discovered a silver pool
on the edge of a mountain
and there rested.
A down spiraling feather
takes forever.
All else has been
something that happened
when I was looking
somewhere else.
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