it stands like bookends on either side
and comforts us in the solitude,
we crawl through our senses from
one place to another never trusting
any of the sensations associated
with what we are feeling... it is a
moment in time, not a place and
when directions have been lost
we know not how to return nor
how we might recapture feelings
just in case we cannot remember;
we are lost in the light of darkness
we are unable to find our way
we reach out to the spirits but none
of them want to reply... we are
hungry and alone and desperate
turning to those who live there
hoping for safe passage in return
for a favor or two... we lean to
one side and then to the other with
no chance of reaching either side
before night's end is unveiled to us.
11 October 2022
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