Ursa’s Slumber

Sitting suspended
Rather
Hanging out
Grieving the actual distance between us
A faceless clock devoid of numbers
Doesn’t bother with the time

We weren’t supposed to cross paths
In parallel for eternity beyond the horizon
Some rift left open in a new-age farmhouse
Headless horses screech past open doors

Faded checkered cloth centered & draped
Spreading blank pieces around
Trying to reconnect the world
To form a new image

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