Day 212: Square One

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haven’t i been here before?
doesn’t this spot seem familiar?

the site of goodbyes
and taking retries

 

waiting
waiting
wanting

for moons to make light the shadows

waiting
waiting
wanting

for the prick of what never was
– and always shall be –
to stop taunting it’s promised stay

 

yes, we’ve been here before
and i spin in again
like a rat unsure of the maze

does time bring us back
to scenes of the crime
to espy the clues that we missed?

here is a frame –
it’s knocked off the wall
did we study the picture within?

the shapes of the figures
are foggy and faded
like colors repainted in dreams

 

no, that’s not blue.
it’s the feelings you feel
when you think about blue.

no, that’s not you.
it’s the feelings i feel
when i think about you.

 

shall we hang the displaced
back up on it’s station
or walk past the glass shards
in circles?

i am not so young
to live in ageless square one
and i beg for new lanes
to give passage.

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