The sun didn’t come out today.
I guess it was finished with appearances.
Maybe it grew tired of being seen
Without actually being seen.
Tired of the same old, same ole
In need of a new narrative.
Done with living in the present,
In the presence
Of human beings who walk around asleep
with their eyes open.
Maybe someone out their will catch the glance of one of your three eyes
Strike you as dangerously alluring.
Alive. Awake. Aware
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