afterthought---Monday Poetry Train

I often picture myself
lolling on grass, staring at the sky-
longing to submerge myself in the vast island of
seemingly nothingness.

where stars romance with me,
I touch the sun along with the moon
with other celestial bodies thrown in good measure;
away from the banality
of routine.

such a place where
anonymity gets to be so much a part
striking individuality, striving even further to exist
with determination
and dignity.

as an afterthought
that reminds me, ennui setting in,
apparently, for no reason, I have been bored
with you of late.

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