Monday, January 21

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this is Kafka's sky
not yours or mine
thick dark thoughts
slowly catching
the dying dazzle
of day's end

sycamore silhouette
beckoning
a sinister single
story

spiralling steadily
into that tidy cocoon
nestled in steel white grip
of muddy root
that dug its way in
to feed
on the heart of the
unborn butterfly