Incoherent.
A wanderer.
Seduced by the the Sirens... Oedipus laughs.
Enticed by the
new depiction
of life my sleepless nights have given.
I catch the wind,
drifting downward with abstract motion,
as I fall from this great tree of sanity.
Disoriented.
My own fabricated air squelches all.
Dropping.
Dropping
into comfortable loneliness...

this twilight is more opaque than I remember.



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