I
Want to run away from myself
Like water in a drain
Down-drift to depths disquiet
A listless feather caught in the wind
--where I’ll be unremembered in perfect clarity
Like a laugh for its hollow excuse
Or my own empty body
a personhood without purpose
You
don’t have any more thoughts for my smoldering hand
its tasteless
like the touch of a child
who calls forests castles and castles prisons
I
only know time
The lapse and eve and ebb
Folding in upon itself
Forever following unmeasured
The tick impenetrable
Drifting away like fog
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Been awhile since I posted any writing on my blog. This piece is titled "What am I". Do you know what I am?
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