Time awry alters

Into tempest, and time’s

Always awry


Too fast, too slow

No traces to rein

A confluence


In this forest

Decades puddle

Like distance


Down a dark

Trail, clarity



Each step echoes

Into itself


(November, 6, 2017)

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