Still

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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

Muddled

 

Each step echoes

Into itself

 

(November, 6, 2017)

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