Tuesday, April 21, 2020

pulled over

things running off my surface open me up 
as I keep wandering through the crowd

I watch for flames rising from the edges
can I get past this?

At the edge I stand back and look on
I swallow and take of life all its loneliness
Are there are no ghosts in darkness that can bring 
me closer to this place?

How little I know of the shadows 
stretched out into light 

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