Meantime

Two o’clock. Can’t sleep. Labyrinthine thoughts once and again don’t you know? The breeze from the overhead fan reminds me of something. Now.

Scurry
Hurry
Disconcertedly
To this from that,
Into here yet there too.

Losing, lost,
Winding, wending
Into such inner intricacies!
Such eternal internal
Interstitials!

Words wind and wend,
World without end,
And yet
You forget
The
Insistent
Persistent wind
Past your ear,
Against your cheek.

Now passes to then
While you lose yourself
Lost.

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Meantime,
The sun’s been out
All this time.
Wind whispers past your ear
Insistent
Persistent
Begging
Cajoling
Reminding you
There’s more outside
Than inside.