No Stranger

No stranger

to myself am I

but on days

ending in ‘y’

and sometimes

vowels twist my

thought and hours

pass without

my knowledge

and I wonder what

the cost might

be to forget

all needs

and society

just for a day

I think

may be enough

but time

doesn’t slow

surrender

or stop

and my hope

for a time

to rediscover

the parts

that dropped

off

or were lost

or never made

it on

in the first place

is shattered in

thinking of the

nattering on,

the sputtering forward

of the world and

each its seasons

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