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It would be a hopeless task
to catalogue all these things
let a handful suffice
.
I’d hoped to slip away
unobserved but instead
found myself
opening a twisted wound
.
staggering through
a narrow alleyway
I had left behind
a block of blackness
.
not homes
here and there a candle
moving through a tomb
.
I found in shorelessness
resides the highest truth
Indefinite as God, Sabee?
.
Me sabee plenty
About the Creator
Sean Balogh
A lover of soft cheese and delayed gratification. I prefer plants to people, more often than not. Most of these words should find a home among the compost but hey, at least I'm still writing.
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