Words, imprecise by Nolan Bucsis

May 2019

I am chased by a ravenous past.

It obliterated right now.

And tomorrow.
Has slipped away into the sublimation of amnesia.

Where I rest.
In a desecrated hollowed out holy land.

Written by

Nolan Bucsis 41/M/Somewhere in Canada

(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)

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