riding around the
straightened (former)
corners never really knowing
what he is hoping
to find
then the spot
and the blank pages
the ones that his mind
becomes
now spotted
pour him another
cup for some more
thought
as they might as
well pour onto the table
darkness arrives
somehow it’s
also the time when
(t)his light shines
it’s brightest
casting shadows
on all that has passed
memories of people
and places he’s been
where to go from this point
and then
don’t know when
stop him when
back again
nothing concluded…
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