To be found
Pacing the old.
Spirals of the mind.
No crickets to strum.
Formers haunt elsewhere,
this power of possession.
Loss in shadows.
Collections for
Kiss-me-nots,
Forget-me-nots.
The eat away,
between breaths,
in a pause.
Hidden past a pond,
in a field beyond
a world’s wind whimpers.
Stand still time,
everything I crawl away from.
Posted Sep 3, 2022, 5:17 AM UTC
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