13 september 2019
Kidnapped
Lamenting, what not to―
think. Condemned to burn
the words daily.
The dwindling values tear open
the sit-ins of faith. I was
not ready to become a stone.
A busy vessel sends daily, the
blood to remote memories.
I look askance at the falling peaks.
A dog star following the
heels of master with blinders. No
straight vision. Time was the
mystery of the clock.
The moon is nowhere
in sight. I was starving
for a cardinal pain.
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