I have been avoiding
the other time and space..
despite my show of quest:

Those mountains
that we climbed,
and quiet rests
in groves with sparkling sunlight,
now playing on this,
now on that.

Every Sunday we have returned
to those hills and woods,
but now I walk
with a cold purpose,
a purpose that denies arrests and slaughters
the sunlight play...

Now even in those woods
I have a desk light
narrowed on small objects
that I have circled to exhaustion..
boring,
but secure.


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