The fifth day, getting used to being

all the exceptions to the rules.

Obviously under-equipped, 

when it comes to mental tools.

Ninety-five days of future ahead.

It seems the rain is a good companion,

when reading a note from far away.

No protection, getting undressed instead.

Seeking for a message in the northern wind,

and flying needles to be awake today.

For sure, I see the world is beautiful.

I even notice good intentions.

I’m hearing those comforting words and

relentless efforts to offer solace in understanding.

If ever the soundlessness of expressionless looking eyes,

would be silent enough to reflect my internal dissensions.

Maybe those eyes could just observe my curing 

without religious moralistic misapprehending.

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