silver glints off
windows wearing clothes
lights are spasms
winking from the power lines
and all the while colored bulbs
search for us in vain
tree limbs too tired spires
an antique quell create
chimney fire wind wallop
spark a black hole that eats
but send by smoky time
these tend to blow me back...
©John Edward Smith Jr.
a solitary record of the Blackhole disease and the Queen’s advent, shattering presence and consuming love
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
20. Restless
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