Writing, writing, writing


To see eye to eye

with a reader

from another world away

would be a dream

from my slumber-covered eyes

into my real technicolor life.

I don’t know I’ll get there,

how many roads

my feet will travel

maybe I’ll catch a ride

or army crawl through the marshes

but regardless

I know what I want

and where I will end

it’s the middle 

I cannot plan.



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