of course

a presumption that all

falls into place as if

metaphor were truth

as if anything

we could say

will lead us home

words are tangents

to themselves

too fast to follow

so I plod along

content with the detritus

I stumble upon

making a trail

wherever my foot falls

(December 30, 2019)

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