Today and yesterdays
after the sunset afterglow departs
the sky darkens,
so does the sky of the mind
Too often I fear the night:
the thoughts, protesting in my headspace,
sneak up
tarry around
traverse between intensity and intensity
and almost **** me.
A trivial worry could be the sharpest blade,
now I see.
Daytime controls my concentration, a shield, a disguise,
now I question.
"Hope you're not losing sleep about what's next."
but lyrics are just lyrics
but losing sleep is just confronting concerns—
some haunted, some marooned.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
Today and yesterdays
after the sunset afterglow departs
the sky darkens,
so does the sky of the mind
Too often I fear the night:
the thoughts, protesting in my headspace,
sneak up
tarry around
traverse between intensity and intensity
and almost **** me.
A trivial worry could be the sharpest blade,
now I see.
Daytime controls my concentration, a shield, a disguise,
now I question.
"Hope you're not losing sleep about what's next."
but lyrics are just lyrics
but losing sleep is just confronting concerns—
some haunted, some marooned.
May 12, 2026. The third night of and on my seaside vacation. #Improvised.
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