ender

What machinations of man and machine rush toward us,

thundering nearer every moment at lightspeed?

Creases in our folds become smoothed out,

it has been raining for two days.

i wonder when it will end

this grand deluge

or perhaps it is the end?

they say they’re open-minded 

until i open my mind

the music will never ring in his ears again

the music goes on to infinity but never reaches him

the music’s bells jangle to emptiness and only emptiness

is there music if there’s no one to listen?

it’s over

it’s all over

gone in an instant

memories all that remain

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the wind buffets my windows 

great gusts gushing to greater heights 

they keep me in my home by keeping me out of their home 

but i'm fine with that 

so i sit, cozy, wrapped in a blanket,