another friday

another friday night with another cup of coffee
the tic tac toc that dances in my head
the loom that spins echoes in my head won't stop

another friday night in the repetitive chaos of silence
the dreaded night that approaches like a gentle lover
weaves the shadows that stream up and down the avenues

another friday night wanting the touch of new patterns
the threads of fantasies that lay before me, enticing me
the mocking order of disorder in words and incantations

another friday night were there is a longing to go
to stay in a far away yet undetermined
an unknown where the echoes take form and shape

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