wallowing, where the
grasses are steady and green.
the sun is hiding.
eyes don’t see the light.

sounds of moving objects,
cold breeze of the wind,
the taming of midnight,
these are not sickening.

i am beside your presence.
we mold a life with various shapes.
the whereabouts of kindness is candid.
our eyes are covered with darkness.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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