Still air, thick with heat,
Swathed around the lonely soul--
A heavy blanket
Grounding loose spirits
Too cold to migrate to warmer hearts.
A sigh stirs...
No new words.
No freedom.
No cool breeze.
This air here is suffocating.
The heat dragging
All tenants to their home in hell.

Must get up. 
Pick up the pen and the page.
Grab a light because the stars
Shed few tears for an empty wish.
In the cool dark
Find a shadow to find a story
Listen to the ghosts
Of past and present
To spring into the future.

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