Sometimes the lack of brings the spiders and the stars

The empty page that doesn’t always help the mind

Trying to focus as the ink is forming words

Static dreams invade the fragments of awake

You long to close up, stop and turn to quiet dark

As echoes push ideas up to the front like broken sparks

Electric pain that flows through thoughts without release

Whispers crackle, shuffle and eventually explode

Black bursts of nothingness that fades into the light

Always aware of lightning bolts and inner traffic speed

Mindful of far off endings that you can only long to reach

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