
love is a constant flow
between banks of sand
I feel it
when I touch my hands
together
with no outlet
where does it go?
fantasy streams
leaves shake in array
patterns in a pool
buoy sad trenches
discrete sand counts time
alone
numbing liquor
wastrel’s plaque
cloud streaks sky
scratches on a prison wall
causality
chasing butterflies
in purgatory
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