a good reed
there are lines that one can get lost in
slow to find your slow way back
relief at returning tempered by shock
for everything has changed
everything says there is no way back so
the search begins for other lines of thought
for who would have thought that
that thought could get lost again
again is such a lonely word
as much as forlorn is
as much as foghorn is
calling from rocks calling
deep deepening a breath of fog
thrown me line life
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