Bed springs

I’ve been here before 
Whetting inherent patterns
This same moment of time
Like on a perpetual circle
As I stand, blankly staring out
Over this vast and deep water
That slowly awash my feet
These cold waves help numb
That same tired nakedness
As I sink- into the sandy soil
Still feeling an uncomfortable poke
Maybe even in my former place
Of my own previous foot stance
All while the days sun fades away
And comfort of night darkness calls
I realize, my idealist hoped reality
Is more like the same day shadow
Tethered to that fleeting amberoid
Having created the same boarding ticket
Which is causal to me being here...now


Poet of the Light © 2020


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