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A blood-red thread extends

into the dark. I’m lost

and cannot see the walls

until I walk into them.

I am cold and hungry,

but cannot eat my dreams.

I must lose my sight

before I can escape.

Here is the problem:

I have so much to say,

but desire’s not enough.

Nothing comes from nothing.

Each moment’s ripe with terror;

a bull bellows in the dark.

(April 22,2022)