Ink stains on the final page

In a book full of wisdom

Dim light as your circuit breaks

Spewing organic gasses into the

Infinite abyss is where I'll find you

Left of the cemetery

Write down your momories

Clearing your head with a sense of unease

Sweep the cobwebs from the corners of your mind

Dust the shelves and cupboards of pink brain matter

A quiet day to yourself

Hours pass as you watch your hair grow

Your smile changes during the time-lapse

You lie down and feel your face on the carpet

A soft silence calms you

The magnetic field

That kept you from touching the ground

For so many years

Dissipates and you are at peace

If only for a moment

A moment that is a day

A day in the life of a lonely man

Who reveled at the sound of the clocks in his house

Here are my thoughts

I have felt you so long

In the pit of my soul

Mezmerized by the dynamics of the air in a room

It's ebb and it's flow

It's liquid tendencies

As you move through the hallways and stairwells

You must wade through its ripples

It's substantial presence

Just a quiet day

To read through the book of an old friend

A journal of daily occurences

A stain on the cover from a cup of coffee

The inside edge of a page that's been torn out

The window catches your eye

And you recognize a face in the wind

As the tops of the trees sway

I am Mike Roth.

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PYRAMID

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