The return ~


It was a trackless railway
In the woods

A bit misunderstood

Stripped
Abandoned
And secluded

It was illusionious
In its imprints

Its indentations
Of footsteps
Intersecting
In sections
In phantoms
Passed
In half
Steps

And in glints of stimuli
I widened my eyes

In my
Accension
From feeble mindedness

Suspended

In rhymes
In rows
In times

And in places

But this one time
It was just different

As I

Blindly
Signed the sky
In denial
Of the price

And paid nothing


~