The layers of the night: scents, sounds, and thoughts

Electric tones echo ear to ear

Over upbeat music playing near

Neutralizing bouncing rhythms

Merging lyrical abstractionisms.

Clouds of coffee permeate breath

Drowning out the scent of stress

Yet lolling aches and stomach pains

Surface from torrents of life’s hard rain.

The tangles of thoughts should melt away

Replaced by coffee, electric sway

Yet as they melt, the seas just rise

Demanding sanity’s demise.

And so the layers merge as one

Become a night that’s never done:

The light of day cannot emerge

Until the cloudy thoughts disperse.

 

Photo: Max Pixel

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