A Glow Inside the Grey

There are parts unpublished,
symphonies unfinished
in me.

Music
haunting,
stories daunting,
clouding
what I’ve believed.

I now believe
the clouds I’ve seen.
A cold sunlight.
A glow inside
the grey.

No silver outline.
No rhythm
that is mine.

But my pessimism.

My balanced light.

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