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Pete Dvorak Jan 2021
I was digging a hole
And I kept digging
Deeper still
Until
I looked up
Before the light had
Disappeared

Now every day is a new handhold
As I haul the weight of my years upward
And I never halt but
Continue
To
Climb
Pete Dvorak Dec 2020
Solitude,
Walking on abandoned
Paths

Body
Embraced by open
Space

Mind
Fragmenting in free
Thought

Fingertips
Brush lightly my
Hand

Alone with you

— The End —