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The Oracular Beard
Boxed In
I’ve done everything tonite,
but write.
These boxes
I’m poring through
hold nothing
save past accomplishments
that I barely remember.
Scraps of what life used to be.
People whom I barely recognize.
To hold up a mirror
of my new reflection
then nothing.
I will separate
consolidate
re-pack
until the next time
I’m feeling nostalgic.
but write.
These boxes
I’m poring through
hold nothing
save past accomplishments
that I barely remember.
Scraps of what life used to be.
People whom I barely recognize.
To hold up a mirror
of my new reflection
then nothing.
I will separate
consolidate
re-pack
until the next time
I’m feeling nostalgic.
bearded boxes
ReplyDeleteYou are far from boxed in, my friend. You have an imagination!
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