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Walking into Fog

Being either
too much
or not enough

Buried in the Noise

i dream
but nothing can be as i want it to be. Oh well?
Not sure i am painting the truth

or if i am,
i don’t understand the sights 
and truly lost is where i can be found.

February 2018 Buried in the Noise was a chapbook I had intended to publish before my mind changed. I never found the fortitude to proceed with the project. Today, I look at my poetry website and cringe, growl, weep, and wish i could organize my thoughts. They are scattered seeds that occasionally sprout.