Hoffman’s Lovey Stars Divide – Day Eight

(sonnet)  
Let’s take a moment here, a little pause,  
A breath before my madness’ claims its space,  
‘Cause things get weird from here, from what just was,  
As mind begins to fracture and displace.  
 
I had become a troubadour of sorts,  
A loner making love to loneliness,  
A six-string slinger bound for darker ports,  
Whose only words were songs of heart’s distress.  
 
Like Alice, once consumed, both short and tall,  
My Lovely Stars Divide in twenty-fives.  
They arc and wash in rainbow shattered walls  
That break like waves but leave me more alive.  
 
Let’s take a moment here, a little pause,  
‘Cause things get weird from here, from what just was.  
 
8/30  
 
Words -  110
Unique Words - 79  
 
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