Sunday 29 November 2015

Stuck


The thunder called to me yesterday,
because there is nothing obvious
about inevitability,
and sometimes nothing left to mourn.
We wander in and out of these tunnels,
hugging the walls of our confusion,
our pockets empty after the long journey,
only to find ourselves wishing for the 
destination we avoided most
and have forgotten how to find.

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