Dead-Link
The author of my personal journals,
the recorder of the momentous
and irrelevant
died from an attack of boredom
only recently. I am now adrift
far from any past
not equipped for unknown futures.
Being knocked off the raft
I was clinging to,
being a slow swimmer in a fast moving ocean
I doggy paddle in these long minutes
trying to out-guess next moves.
It’s hard to be calm in rough waters
we get used to the humdrum far too quickly,
take the low-key for granted.
Speaking of keys
I tried to unlock a private webpage
I had neglected for years
it turned out to be a dead-link.
I sink, I paddle on doggedly
just the usual castaway
looking for more driftwood
to latch on to.
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