Fizzled [Fibonacci]

A
thought
alone
and unique
among so many
in the collective consciousness
loses faith in itself--swallowed by the sheer volume
and depth of other cognizance.
Its creative spark
slowly dims,
sputters
and
dies.

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Haiku [untitled]

Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.