awakened…
one need invisible haunt
illuminates the nebulous night
small moon manifest so surely
apprehend…
nestled in marvelous remote
sustaining a lifeless omission
a quicksand quiet disturbance
aware…
sobering surreal impact
a dozen scenes frolic with foresight
half the price from yesterday
absorb…
storm stewing atmosphere
a dozen trigger-happy wants
night and day diversion
assuage…
distant destinations litter the heavens
here underneath the blue pool remains
another lap divine pushes off
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sunday whirl: wordle no 143
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Intense.
The middle stanza reminds me of hind-sight being being 20/20.
Thanks for stopping by my wordle.