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Lock[ing] down thoughts


Like drowning sailors my thoughts arise

From depths of longing

Tethered by memories

Seeking a place

On which to land


Forgotten in time

Returning specters


For the comfortable ground

Of familiarity long gone


Thoughts both brutal and brittle

Forming callouses in my mind

Marking-time looking-back-in-time killing-time

Damn them!

Have they nowhere to go?


Unbidden this break-in-time delivered

These unwanted visitors


My sense of place

My sense of me


Awakened by siren calls

They beg for anchors

Don’t throw them any

For they too will

Drag against the tide


Offering false hope to

Longings which should






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