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Whispers Of Nighthawks: A Journey Through Vibrations

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Artwork by Skendong Collaborator

Purple Shades

it’s 1 am
the time is now.

i burn a candle,
pen scribing now.

paper strewn desk
in the silent noise

aside from nature’s
beat beat beat

like the heart
on the muse’s tail,

it’s not amusing.
wide awake –

and it’s six in the morning.
repelling duppies –

malevolent djinns –
awaiting the Force

to pull me in:
like ferromagnetic

positive energy
charges –

a Utopian

with nighthawks.
our talk –

night vibrations –
our walk.


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