99er.

Short tuft of
Neon verse
Blinks with
Nervous
tiredness
In a short
circuit
Through my neurones.
Synapse
Chicane,
Imprints on
retina beach.

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Up/Down

I’m low
withdrawn
forlorn.

Strode up the
mountain.
The night became
a cliff from which
I tumbled.

A morning.
A harder surface
than rock,
I crash against it.

Shattered...
but for a hand
clinging to my Lord.