The hollow
hounding of my heart
Marinate in a
bath of melancholy
With only pruned
fingertips to show for it
My mind drifts,
momentary intrusions of surrealism into reality
Thoughts dancing
like candlelight in the dark
Ideas flitting
like specks of dust
As they come into
the light I am aware of their existence
Sand dunes form uneven
patterns, ever shifting
Etched, eroded by
the constant winds of time
Nothing remains
the same as time filters by
Particles of memories
forgotten and remembered
Feelings wander
joyless through the shadows
Words, like
clouds, float lazily and noiselessly in the blue
Memories, pieces
of yourself, grasp to hold on to something
But in the end
are carried away, dandelion seeds in the breeze
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