The day folded like so many others
Into an origami bird, migrating.
I watched bemused as the inky night fell.
A hum filled the air: a dopamine hit.
The sound pierced my ears: a sertraline bit.
I watched and waited: deflated and belated.
Across the sky, a colourful sound approached.
In the wind, a pastel image occurred.
Through the meadow a dark, dank mist rising.
In my home, I sit, quiet, pale, and I stare.
Adventures stilted by, what? Emptiness.
Life? Life has amounted to confusion.
Life? Life has drifted, softly to nothing.
Life, satisfactorily normal, devoid of flare.
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