Lost ways,
forgotten paths to memory.
Go.
Leave this time.
Direction beckons,
follow the darkness,
it grows still
against the calmness.
It is the way.
Choose your ending
carefully.
It flows,
thru the silence.
Lament
lost time
gathering,
restless
in the corner.
9-26-2014
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