Squandered time on what if
and could have been
drove past the storefront
lined with books
knowledge to pass on
and kept on driving.

I am trapped between
bookends on both ends
ricocheting pinball
and the wizard pulled the plug
desires stretching the galaxies
as I rocket out of my mind.

God knit my pattern
forget to sew the tag on
laying out my plans
on empty paper with no words
only lines drawn on horizons
while I reject the arrows and fly vertically.

The bridge to eternity
leaping from the ground
below my feet, too stiff
to feel anything beneath the skin
of turf grass, plastic blades
cut to the heart of the matter.




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