Haiku 999

My muse has left me.

Only trees out the window

waving in the breeze.

John Fahey playing,

stretching notes in dance of angst,

he drank himself dead.

Beauty in anguish...

if we didn't feel the pain,

we're not quite human.

Only trees out there...

empty branches signaling

march of the seasons.

Ah, Tepoztlan, home!

Casablanca in chaos!

The world will find you.

Here in my penthouse,

people down there seem so small.

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