44.1

There is no ending like the end. I seem to say, and say again. Smoking phrases in the night from silver tipped pipe. Breathing in words and blowing out images. I seem to see the same things again. Is this life or a living trance. A single step forward I cannot advance.

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8 thoughts on “44.1

  1. But I do advance, I can’t help myself.
    The ending makes me look ahead
    which way to go, the right the left?
    Does one bring me back to the start instead?
    It’s the vast unknown of what is next
    that makes me not accept the end
    this chapter of my life yet lived
    changed the ending and became a bridge.

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