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the road travels you

weary and windblown

By susan marie loehePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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either eminently suitable or

slashing darkshards dangerous,

the way is not always laid with more than the sketch

of suggestion

it's alot of information

pushing through and focus

is asked of me for the beautiful walk

it's only an instruction book for failure

self obsession unavoidable

but there's about a billion other things in

this room more significant than my

dark weirdness, so here is how:

olden austrian centuries on

it's breeding deliberate

the living of a bit of limited savant edge

some scramble and straighten in the wiring

egads us all

Alone the universal donor everyone

accidental baby science dosage

so wears

the soul on the shield outside the entrance

the song of death uber

natural is all day and time rhyming

a face of a Dorian darkly

the chambers of damage safely away

well tended

intention

that this be a trail blaze or

more likely a votive candle by the wayside altar for Mary

I don't mind missing you gone so far

there are star breathing classes yet

and the wolves howling my thoughts

to build my inner galleries covered with sky

I go there waiting on nothing

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

susan marie loehe

everything is Art, Art is Everything.

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