6/05/2023

Here is a Snap Shot


of someone stumbling 

through the tumbleweeds,

the ten thousand memories 


constantly being


reworked into a new mythology, 

an answer without a question,

a labyrinth inside a tornado,


a cloud without a sky.


[LSS, 6/5/23]

 

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