(Theme: Vacancy)
Today the dust
motes
rattle between
my ears as
they drift lazily
in
nothing
in
white
noise
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There are times when I should be doing so many things, but all I have the strength to think is
I want to sleep for a year.
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There used to be Old Gods. We used to revere the motions of the Sun and Moon and the Shadows they cast. We used to fear the forces of nature. We used to bribe the fair folk nightly. We used to build great pyres and mounds for mighty kings. The wonder is gone out of the world.
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