
Mundanity in post-midnight hours has grown unpalatably stale
As a lone essence creeps into a lunar-lit room to sit listlessly
Branches of pine trees just outside of reach bend at the will of winds
Albeit a spring season ushers in now and then surprise showers
Curtains give way from cooler air sneaking past an open window screen
Like some unseen visitor that has come to review the home setting
Sporadic pitter-patter drops of water land on the blurred glass
Head tilted back eyes closed as a mind escapes the monotony of time
The way spaceships flees the gravity of earthly confines
Galaxies of human thoughts and memories are jetted throughout
Meandering faster than the speed of light is produced
Bound for that misplaced age that has passed from time and presence
Reality’s intervention brings all thoughts to a screeching halt
Blue lightning spiders the night sky and it rains… streaking a pane face
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