There you are dear friend.
Hiding in plane sight.
Flying overhead.
The nearly dead.
My wishful loving.
My gray dove.
Torn apart by a life time.
Familiar faces left behind.
Grab the remote and change the thought.
See by currents of another life.
Dreams of fact figure backward.
20/20 rise and fall.
Detest these life and times.
Desire and love lost to the bowels.
Of closing lines.
Of the electric mayhem.
Space and time forgetting.
The only true grit.
Septic bowl movements.
Never given to traffic thoughts.
Currents carry me to waste station.
Face the fact.
I’m lost to revolt.
Nothing given to give.
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