Midnight rain falls outside my window. I temper my keystrokes to sit just beneath the calm of their descent.
Try not to break the spell.
My soul balances an unbearable friction. It keeps me centered in front of this machine while my body screams to tear itself in two. One half to sit and tell the tale, the other to lie laughing on the slick, still-warm paving as the drops strike me with their gentle fury.
In both realities the bitterness of the day is leached from my skin in flowing, silken rivers.
I feel renewed.
Tomorrow is another day.
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Header image: By Tdlucas5000 – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=40319597
Nik Eveleigh 
Like it, wish I knew how to poem proficiently, mine just come out like something Sloth from the goonies would have written.
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Cheers Lee – this was very much a late night happy accident. Heard the rain, checked my watch (midnight) and did a quick bit of scribbling without pausing to think. Your comments are another masterclass in self-deprecation – you are far too hard on yourself but it did make me laugh!
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You say that, but you’ve never read my poems
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It’s a good point. My comments were speculative and ill-informed at best.
🙂
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midnight magic !
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Why thank you milady!
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