Lost In Abeyance
Immersed in the quagmire
of finding yourself
The search tunnels deeper
through canyons undwelt
Absorbed in the moments
your fear would disdain
Time lost and abeyant
— in search of a name
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
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