Seeking

And in a thought I find
this wishy washy mind moving
in circular patterns, drinking from the trough
Searching for an answer,
bending beneath the fluorescent light
flickering as if giggling
Dry mouth’d positioning stands
on a checkerboard carpet,
placed out of sheer desperation
along the corridor
of the loneliness that feeds
off of every desire, every want…every thought
including this one

seeking what it has lost…you