asked myself this morning
What’s with this depression?
and myself tried to clarify the question
you mean that black cloud tethered
like a balloon above me or is it the
molasses clogging my happy portal
perhaps an infection lacking an antibiotic?
I have no idea
but the moment I finish speaking
something cracks
punches a hole in the dam
something begins to flow
and like rain breaking a drought
I’m one of the first creatures
bent over a new stream
drinking in wide-eyed wonder
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