Sunday, October 9, 2022

15,674. EXCALIBUR

EXCALIBER
Mindful of seeming mindless,
and hesitant of seeming hesitant,
I seek an exit : Through the door
or through a window, all the same
to me. At the top of the stairway,
a stuffed dead bear. At the bottom,
a piano and a fireplace blazing.
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Where do I turn now with nowhere 
left to turn? How do I hazard the
hazards I've earned? Madrigal legions
and missionary saints, all around
me, something tying me up so I
cannot breath. I just want peace.

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