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Dan Oct 2019
The mule, weary, he spins
around a grindstone, a machine
surrounded by hounds
thirsty for his weak flesh

Upon jagged cliffs
of physical strain
dystrophic muscles
crying for a release
freedom expressed
in a stream of solace
collapsed
on a yellow plain
Dan Oct 2019
A kaleidoscope lies upon the shores of understanding
Brush away the sand and the salt
Polish the lens
Slight refraction of light descends upon the iris

Yet this lens is incapable of expansion
What was once crystalline remains so forever
The tides lose their motion as the full moon weeps

The purr of a feline encapsulated
yet rapturously denied,
Denied any expression beyond foggy hindsight

A memory gained, or experience lost?
Perhaps when the thought of memory precedes the self
What encumbrance your memory machine is

— The End —