Poem : The Ways of Old


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Holding both shadows
which creep across my muddy soul

And skittering dabs of dotted moments
which through a keyhole peep
fleeting flakes of fearsome longing

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Moments land
Like grace so suddenly
From nowhere
To sit and itch upon one’s  weary brain

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They break brilliant the beast
that burdens
Splintering the shackled self
To set forth

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To search and seek
remind oneself there is more
The way The walk
We are not alone
If only we remember
The ways of old

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