The Moon and I #6

I feel like I’m grasping at thin white wisps of cotton-air

And it’s all leaving me too fast like a freight train.

Every time I reach up it’s

Gone, gone, gone,

The thoughts that go mad in my brain.

They keep me awake at night, those descriptions.

Last night it was boys working fishing boats and

Tonight it’s bee stings.

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