Some evenings weigh so heavy,
And some eyelids only try to close.
Some whispers sleep beneath
A breath some hours never breathe,
And when they wake it’s been
A sum of days too long.
Some weeks are worlds too far,
So that they pass
And only ghosts remain
Of what some Monday wished
But never brought,
Some tired intuition
Played for false and ruby red
To color up for better somethings
On some notion too removed to be
Much more than hardly worth
What some forgot.

#LavaCanyon #Washington

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