next to the tinsel trapped windowsill
a cold and glorious morning

setting a mood, setting a scene
taking your mood for making a scene
your torpid troubled thoughts

lead you listlessly back to us
your loves
your fears (your envies)

yes, we heard your screams yesterday
all your agony
all your loneliness

your tempests
furies
and your fates.

5.

leave us alone
it is too much
your emotion

focus on the ocean
the sand and shore
the wind and sun

concentrate on the trees
their limbs and leaves
their bows and branches

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