
water courses
from my eyes
rinsing out mind
and heart
these grasping hands
muscles strain
climbing mobius cliffs
seasons of seeming growth
smashed tablets
sprouting green
tender obscurity
inscribed or no
life goes on
I blink and see
helmsman’s wheel
clutched white knuckle
a mere walking stick
a journey aimless
inscribing circles
upon the land
pacing the cage
of circumstance
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