Me, I’m much more mundane:
just piles of clutter collected over
meandering decades: associations
misconstrued; memories cast,
broken, reconfigured again
and then again into iteration
after iteration, before scattered
about the place so willy-nilly
one can barely move without
stumbling, causing stacks to collapse
onto stacks, shifting the only path
throughout this maze as if there
were ever one way to go,
as I was about to find out.
(June 21, 2018)
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