Mind waving into the light of past mornings,
wondering about how darkness found life in
midnight hours.
Being without any versions of living in a
time warp, only in fantasies that are never
fulfilled this side of death.
Traveling farther away from everything, hav-
ing meaning in corridors of yesterday, simple
insight being left along the wayside, nothing
more to share with anyone else.
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