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Brandon Conway Jun 2019
It's been awhile myself
seems I only write
to look busy at work
I have forgotten how
to communicate
always looking for
le mot juste
to tell myself
it's okay.
To truth, sigh
blinding focused
edgy path light
to left, to right, to left
left no more...

Heart emanating..
radiating to a fallows
becoming Anew...
renew the ground's

In the Sea we travail,
the people, toil tire
weakened in arms; descending
orange, pink, purple
Into Deep....

Wintering slopes of sadness.....

— The End —