compulsively feeding the
short-term parking meter interrupting life
instead of pulling away
living, long-term, no charge
ghosted self, self-affectioned
in this moment
offering an ending thought,
lightning illumination on
an unnecessary option
treading
one foot only
one foot in front of the other
of going nowhere.
comfort chosen sluggish soles,
shuffled rough roads wearing
that path, owning only
serenely scored expensive ruts
worn deep enough for imagination
to safely ignore the danger in
rim-limited views
just a bit longer, til
paid in full with absolutely no allowance
for aiming for horizons
this sort of thing comes faster
short and short of faith.
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