Jointed Abandoned. Consciousness and cohesion waft along fragmented lines of disillusionment. in absence, I wander sideways. Fulfilling archaic circles (of concentration or concentrated pantomime). I glitter over these eccentric trials, flaming faltering bridges labeled: escape. I dismiss such self-serving propaganda, choosing instead alleyways layered in limericks. I am my own hammer [nail and cross]. Over is a concept I covet. Half-heartedly, I convince myself I know where I am leading. But the truth is these bread-crumb trails are stale (and possibly not mine). My imagination wanders in the opposite direction [of up]. Someone please open a window, I long to remember the intonations of the wor[l]d . . . . . . Breathe.
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