1/13/2024

Resolute

The cave of the dark studio 

waiting for my return, 

the canyon of winter

and all of the people I’ve generated 

through passion and false memories, 

the heavy rope I’m towing, 

looking back before leaving 

this moment forever. 


[LSS, 1/13/24]


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