Everywhere I go;
I do not a recognize a
-single soul..
There is defeat amongst ambiguity –
All the greyness of the moths,
And I still catch the flame.
Utter adherence and playfair displays
Are lacklustering their way into
My berry-tinted cup of coffee.
Hershei Express.
My grey shirt speaks of
Greyhounds and Am-traks
And Instead I find my plane
Ticket refunded
To the unbeknownst Law
Of the Universe;
All Paths leave Back,
And Lead Back Home.
In that,
I found reluctance.
Devastation to feel as of
-no use, that I could not change
My journey
And I sweltered to feel I was stuck here.
In this adherence,
I found solitude
Of journeys recollected,
That I had no time,
To show permanence,
So I revoked,
To another region of my mind,
Splitting times,
Like over-charged nueronic
Space,
Where Impatience,
Was all I felt
The for the
Next
Leap-frog-Jump.
…;
Coda:
To lead is to disassemble, all reluctance of faith and the tempestuous fool that chooses to dare in the sight – of risk.
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