This was written last night after i texted
"why am i awake @ 4 am? it makes me want to write melancholy poetry about the crisp autumn air...scuttling leaves and feeling alone"
to which was the reply, "So write! Six stanzas minium"
What resulted follows, a portion of the currents running through my mind
xo, merlikethesea
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When you loll awake at four am
You become aware of all the little things
First off, you know it’s four am
For the church bell just rang four times
Crickets seem to chirp softer
As if in reverence to the sleeping populace
Crisp autumn air meets skin
You grapple for more covers
Anticipation culminates to hear
Leaves scuttling under foot
Brushing gently the grounds surface
Roadways grey sound off in the distance
Railways sound approaching
Distant trains echoing like autos
Aerating through mountain side tunnels
Acutely aware of existence
Holding your breath to hear
the slightest sound
of what happens next
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