Hollow Sundays

Hollow Sundays

Lazy days
Are meant for breathing
For the savoring of empty space

Where clarity prevails
Wrangling a devilish mist
To its death
So the mind, may flourish
And flutter in peace

Hollow days
So spacious and fair
Won’t you thrive forevermore

Ushering my limbs away
From the maddening
Skewers
Below

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.