Tangents follow tangents
As I speak. Transitions
Diverge from an initial
Turn in conversation,
Like fractals of ice spread
Across eyes of the dead.
I stop and cannot see
I’m lost in an older tale.
From birth, the labyrinth unfolds:
Where I’ve been, where I go
Tangle as each step implodes
Into my present quandary,
Much as snow sifts across
Barren hills beneath the stars.
(March 3, 2018)
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