The wind blows and it matters to me.
The feeling on the lips covered to hide any accidental lies unmeant.
The sweeping wings that catch the wind as they flow to the ground in interest of needs, accidentally provided.
The walking away, the first monarch of the season flew past.
Seeing the new and the older, the wild on threads.
They pass by, doing as they do, being as they are.
The twitch of the lack of sleep or the the too much stress.
Didn’t take any oaths, but the hallways still led to darkness for too long.
This lack of sleep that causes the world to feel distant, even when present.
Feeling through a thick fog, while trying to find something to feel.
Elucidating Questions 
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