inside every one of us
& some of them open
to places we don't want to go
we are mazes we are mirrors
deformed funhouse mirrors
mystified & mysterious
most of all to ourselves
events & actions astound me
burbling creeks have found me
city lights are crackling loud
my heart is quiet as a mouse
perhaps i can forget everything
start over on a hill of snow
fly my self into the wind like a
bright & hopeful kite
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