Walking down the sidewalk
Bright sun shaking itself dry, pouring
down as a trickle on the head, Soaking
up the heat, it bloats me from inside
Its faraway, anything that I can touch
world is flattened to the sides, flying
far away like a kite; thread hanging loosely
from my hand; I draw in fresh air, freedom
From here till where, debilitating obsession
with direction, groping, feeling for tomorrow
an eternity of expression looking for certainty
Looking inward, a beautiful mosaic, but all in knots
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