This place is father away

from home.  Each forgotten name

or street adds miles to the

distance.  Valleys became reminders

of low points; unfathomable

bottoms like dreams of running

underwater.  There was a lost

balance.  A gimbal unchecked.

Spinning.  The horizontal plane

fighting to remain upright.

Days blend into days yet to happen.

There is a slight sense of all this,

but not today.  It’s like looking for

treasure, each stone covers a prize.


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