I am unraveling from
the bandages of my youth
my eyes are
blind in the folds
all of these garments
like graves
I am surrounded,
ground down,
by this marble
the memories are following
flowing over me
like oceans of wind
all the salt has been
picked out of me
like panning for gold
running on and on
as feathers brush my mind
with messages
and I don't know
if this will ever
end
or if
like a fragment,
I will just run on
with no direction
until I abruptly
stop
with no warning
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
I am unraveling from
the bandages of my youth
my eyes are
blind in the folds
all of these garments
like graves
I am surrounded,
ground down,
by this marble
the memories are following
flowing over me
like oceans of wind
all the salt has been
picked out of me
like panning for gold
running on and on
as feathers brush my mind
with messages
and I don't know
if this will ever
end
or if
like a fragment,
I will just run on
with no direction
until I abruptly
stop
with no warning
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