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He slowly walks the lonely crowded road

lost in love and Self and lucky destination

Has no clue where his barren  feet will lead

yet delusion is cast away from anchor’s rope


Sandy ripples where the pavement rapped 

trousers worn by threads of passing dread

denuded to the core of looming meaning

step upon step towards ever so many directions


Tattooed on mind meek towering wisdom

and the certainty that if you never take the

other road you’ll never know what treasures

might be found at roadblocks and junctions


His jingles smell nostalgia his taste too sore

to touch those banging shrieking visions

teeth too sore to clench high mounting tension

nevertheless and always the more he feels


Reason has fused with tearful emotions

harmony of conclusion grips ambivalence

therefore his heartfelt dissipating opposition in

diametric venture holds the future in disguise


One tear from his cryptic optic passion and he

would slip one tear splitting the middle way too

often and he might turn back to nowhere near

where tangible became too messed for blessing


Timothy wanders in wonder and silent meditation

driven by his inner re-birthed voice to find another

register of reconnaissance with hurting feet

and soaring blisters and thus he laughs at himself


Giggles wriggles talks a break to tickle his fancy

titters a howling roar cracks a serious joke and

mends the yarn of living narrative on unfolding path

A jester solemnly parades and his truths emerges


September 2018

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