cyclical

it smells like rain.

it smells like rain, and I only feel safe in the shadows.

it smells like rain and I only feel safe in the shadows, which worries me.

I only feel safe in the shadows: which only worries me at night

like poems only worry me at night

because every day is a flood

of forgetting and forgetting and remembering

discussing imagining considering

and forgetting again,

replacing each thought with something new until nothing stays anymore

a cycle that feeds and fills your life, unless

you are forgetting the only thing worth while.

right now the only thing worthwhile is that it smells like rain.

it smells like rain, and I only feel safe in the shadows.

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