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twisted and turned
I walk the Earth
like a lion on the loose
black, broken, bruised
unhinged, unchanged, unbound
near higher heaven
leaving low
behind the previous red rock
standing behind
the moon towards the sun
after storm passed through my veins
leaving traces
significant threads
to follow for the future
where it won’t be
all of this
quirky quicksand
dusting my head
with uncertainty and orange
entering my eyes
like warning lights
obstructing the view
only green allowed
in this race
with Achilles and tortoise still
unresolved
yet foretold
on the go
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November 2022
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