Forked paths
here we say farewell
tine lines
always parallel
ground swells
drag me to the light
nerve cells
pullulating life . . .
Why should time
be so on its own?
Why fly over the unknowns?
Why is now
the only thing we'll ever really own?
Why should I never feel at home?
Why climb valleys full of bones?
Why is now
the only thing we'll ever really know?
Loopholes
opening the way
thresholds
turning over days . . .
Why should time
be so on its own?
Why fly over the unknowns?
Why is now
the only thing we'll ever really own?
Why should I never feel at home?
Why climb valleys full of bones?
Why is now
the only thing we'll ever really know?

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