each raindrop
cuts down
the jagged edges
of unregulated
crystalline sorrows
the headlights
magnify the shadows
a constant horde
waging wars upon
innocent onlookers
to the kaleidoscope
projected out
in fleeting visions
tinted in hazel
a thunderous thing
leaving a husk
a cicada burrowing
from the soil
copperheads hidden
in the bark
seventeen years
in self-imposed
silent longing

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