.I. So it's Come To This
Beneath the face of an August moon.
Encircled by a gang of angry clouds.
Down the corridor of a silver beam. Motes of dust wander aimlessly.
I startle them away with a wave of my hand.
They scatter along my unfinished thoughts.
So, it's come to this.
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