Yawns happen when the mind doesn’t inhale enough,

Tears happen when the heart doesn’t exhale enough.

I thought I saw the door jolted and stirred,

I soothe my sudden spur as my eyes fluttered.

A moment to realize,

Chief’s favorite melody.

Not time to fantasize,

Danger’s making entry.

Shook me to bits, and now I can’t breathe.

As we had expected, it was no kin or kith.


“… and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

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