HOUR 73

In and out of sleep, 
for days 1,2,3

Every face I know, 
parade in a row

Familiar sounds; the week is out

Neighbors, the sun; I miss everyone

 

Entered the forest
where it was darkest

To know the path
was yet uncharted

But I got lonesome, broken and cold

I will heed your call, time to come home

 

It’s now hour seventy three

For a moment, so brief

Feel the wind against skin

The light so magnificent

 

It gets easier

 

It gets easier

 

 

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