i have reached a cul-de-sac of blog block.
season of emptiness
shed its burden
of remembrance that has faded
slowly to a forgetting of sepia-tone
barren branches
swaying to the rhythm of
freedom
and sharp wind hissing all too loudly
into uncovered ears
too clearly,
is everything that i see
and hear
deprived of mystery & secrecy
of hope of excitment of maybe
and yet it doesn't flake
and i never
transit.
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