Freewrite I

Ceiling clouds to skies and skylights. Paintings covering window and white walls. Exterior of white petals. Our pedestals. Our pedestals. Black to warm but shows dust.

In punctuated absence, closed eyes, closed lids prevailed. Rolled back in the head. See the nightlife mind in flickering through trees and vessels. A closing of the blinds, a wink in the mirror, for no one and everyone listens.

Dehydrated veins: painted over cracks the house has sucked inward toward the hole in the gutter. The mice, who nest, rest, and skitter, forgive an absence so long as the cupboards are full.

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