Earlier on I had an idea for something heavy, though I don’t imagine I would’ve conveyed that well. Anyway, I started writing and scrapped it almost immediately. The idea required more thought than I have the energy for right now and so I knocked this out.
I think this is an okay rough draft.
I hope you enjoy.
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The sound of crickets reaches this room
They are far and I am here
I hear them as they reinforce the weather
And create imagery association
As much as they are against the music
Somehow they find a way to fit
As they phase in and out of the rhythm
The crickets’ chirp keeps its own steadiness
Stupidity Hole 