all my
clarity
was burned
down to
a candle
burning down
the days
the hours
just for
tonight forget
how good
it is
be in
a dream
and if
I only have
one shot
don't waste
it on
something vacant
you had
me dizzy
now I'm
stumbling
curious nervoiusness
ackward but
I'm recovering
weaving through
the stars
if you
look
to the sky
I guess
we all
loose our
way now
and then
I'm just
hoping I'll
find new
meaning
desperate to
change everything
seems louder
when I'm not
alone with my
thoughts
the fushias
shine electric
in the shadowed
dusk
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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