INTO THE CENTER

Back roads of dust break into

my dreams, dividing me.

I fall into waters of the past;

temporary ground with shallow

allotments of time.

Like ships running aground,

I relive fleeting sections of thoughts

wrapped in vines of voices.

It’s all a stage of featured impulses

holding center court, like lyrical

messages on the

shorelines of where you want

to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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