704 - here's luck

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704

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here’s luck

where sometimes you’re reminded 

of something too deep to find 

could be a vivid colour 

head full of such streets, blind alleys

I wish for the night again 

limping truth, specs blurred

in hours of take up sleep 

it’s so 

here in a speck 

on a dot 

of blue far

ye know not 

chance conscripts 

a destiny in guess again 

thin whiskers 

all these fool’s names   

and the road runs on 

Fortuna 

fickle anthropomorph 

how joy in the thisness

and thus 

all day the same date where we are

word under the wonder 

long gone 

as luck would have us here