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Dec 2015
The world is comprised
of the four directions;
I stand squared within,
eyelids closed tightly,
gazing sightlessly upon
the nothingness that is,
the nothingness that isn't;
a blind navigator
hoping to discover
the impossible path
back up the rabbit hole
to the reservoir of tears
some men call life.

  ~mce
Mike Essig
Written by
Mike Essig  Mechanicsburg, PA
(Mechanicsburg, PA)   
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