My thoughts retired
Will you conquer the new sky
China dolls derived from stone
on the mantelpiece over the warmth
dressed up with nowhere to go
It’s the same world, this house, this life
but everything’s different
I see out the window from over the sink
Crab apple tree in the backyard
the footpath leads away from today
Exit here the thoughts presiding this year
make way the grey matter psyche
gigabytes cleared in reserve for
mass collisions of experiencing
the conquering of a new sky
My Thoughts Retired
Words by: Da Nativ
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