#napowrimo Day One – not inspired – here be nonsense

wash your hands

where there is no water

sit yourself down

at the table on bones

rest your head

where the trees are bent over

the land is flat

the clouds are too low

when you see yourself

in a fogged up mirror

you may see clearly

grow true and bold

or give up

your foolish complaints

and chatter

before you grow small

diminished

and old

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