Particle/Wave

Perhaps the humid sky's

Too heavy.

You are never there,

The ending of the yarn

You've strung throughout the trees

Is simply tied onto a barren branch.

I'm seldom tired.

I am yawning

Not from weariness,

Well, mostly not,

But boredom.

The pressing air,

Quicksilver lover,

Older man

In search of the end

Of searching,

Traveling on,

- 6/2/26