This World Calms Me

####This World Calms Me

The lake squirreling as the cool,

crippled fingers of the wind dip.

The moonlight falls on me,

the tree's ancient eyes crawling

my movement.

Rocks tucked in the bogged clothes.

The fluttering wings of the candle

flame perches on the paper:

"There will never be a better day.

There will never be a better day."

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