A cheap poem

We stay in the unemployed
Holding onto shadows
but they away slip in time

I pray for a vision
For a release
Empty the shadows, release
the prodigal one

We wake
but never dream

Spake
But never seem

Sometimes it feels like it’s all rising up
like edgy smoke
the dusk

Yet dusk has come

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