In the solitude before and after, I still remember waiting. Between cracks in the façade, I saw light and dark as it rose and fell. My breath has no memory.
Incoherent as cows to a hawk, rain falls, driving and down and away, to discover crevices and to drip through. I lay awake counting threes. No time for trembling if the invisible night sky will not wait. No, it is time for escape.
An artifice to flake away; a stone to tumble out.
Such grand escape, only to abandon one detention for another.
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