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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

Searching

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

Undermining

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

Simply

….Float

………Away………….

 

 

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