my mind lays on the day with the
force of a light wind that has no
where to go but in circles... the
eyes of the world look down on
me with an inferior gaze that is
reserved only for my friends... a
light appears off in the distance
as if it were the end of the tunnel
that runs through my thoughts
without stopping for editing... a
distant bird flies around with the
deed to the house while another
flies around with my divorce... I
scratch my head as if wondering
why my mind is doing this to me...
a blade of grass cuts the images of
my dreams in half, leaving a scar
wide enough for the blue ox and
I still don't know who is behind
all the attempts on my attitudes.
15 November 2022
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