I feel the itch to write
on this night,
the coldest night
in four months,
after abandoning
the bright day
to the vague
nightmares of sleep,
sunlight hours
passing restless,
marooning me
into this circle
of tired artificial
light, and here,
in this remembered
and dreaded dark,
the words come
stumbling
from the starless dark
asking
to be written down
to the company
of others
saved, for now.
07.09.2026
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