Bit of a whirlwind travel day yesterday. Thought I'd pop in to drop two lines, of... something, that came to mind while in the air. The first comes from the shapes I see occasionally on sunny days. I've started calling them my personal Mushi, a name taken from the anime Mushi-shi.
Bits of translucent nothingness
descending like lazy snow
It's an option for an opening if I ever do a piece about those shapes I see in the sunlight.
The second came from staring at and crunching ice in a small plastic cup. Also, part of me just wanted to their in a rhyme.
As the gates have frozen shut,
Arteries rusted from years of being
unused and abused
Don't know where that will take me, eventually.
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