Not quite sure what this is about, other than on the surface. I wanted to write about the passage of time and that kind of came through, but also not. Anyway, this could be much better if I worked on it, but I won’t.
I hope you enjoy.
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The days draw into weeks, into months, into years
Minutes absorbed staring into ceilings
Ceilings unchanging, always there, hiding the sky
No view of it for long stretches of time
The view beyond is easy to see, but difficult to know
The mind fills in the spaces between snapshots
Ceilings remain unchanging, obscuring a changing sky
Still as the earth, and moving all of the time
Stupidity Hole 