'It' Visits

It Visits

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It seems to be about

Last night it came in a dream

The light of day obscures it

But it still lingers in the cast shadows

Cast by my melancholy

Cast by my depression

Cast by my solitude

Cast by my aimlessness

Cast by my jazz

Caught by my art which no one sees?

The Joy of It

Will it ever stay? Or only ever visit?

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MJH