Another day on the road, short
trip into long memories, and over
and beyond clouds, in the sunset
of the year, the mirage of the past,
all those true hours forgotten,
mind reconstructing what it
allowed to slip away. Roads
never lead back to them, only
to mounds where withers
the grass that grows over
longed-for bones and flesh.
06.10.2023
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