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Haiku 036/365

Pick up the pace; you’re Listening to drum and bass. Liquid gold—fine taste.

We own soul fragments— Bits of pieces found in the Bodies of others.

Deep in sleep dreaming some Dreams. Memories are not what They seem. I can’t wake.

Blue lights line the walls. I wait before I call you— I slip into bed.

I can’t do much, but At least I can write and that’s The way we can fight.

I will wear orange To show solidarity For Bibas and pray.

Sometimes I’m empty Trying to fill a void but Unable to see.

Pencils scratch the book Highlighters line the pages Notes are left for you.

In the lone hours The wind whips beyond the scene Cold, cutting, and calm.

Where does the time go?Falling down winding roads Often, on your phone.