Two Poems

if this all made sense
I would just float...
float...
down
and

down

'til there was no more sound
and then sing a single note
to pierce through this feeling,
bursting through the ceiling that
confines me.

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A wish on a fish
constellation
fills the imagination
with all the wonders
ever beheld
fallen to the wakes
of sleeping men
writing words
without pens
in their thoughtful silence.