Studio LERIAL

9:27pm

I hear a sheep go baa in the middle of the city

Or perhaps it’s my neighbour’s cat trying to do their Simba thing

Or the tease between a stray door and the wind

Or maybe a sheep really did go baa.

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Their staccato vibrations

Pleasantly pierce through the tweeting birds

Who have no concept of a DM

Or the watershed

Their warbles permeating the timeline.

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I sit- looking out the slither of window not covered by

A curtain I never chose

In a house I do not own

And send my final salutations to a sky

Who has lost its sun but not succumbed to full darkness yet.