Hysterical Blindness
They were also there always
In a sense, and out of sense
Deep as a prowling tiger sifting in and out of a constant flow,
As if to be a river.
Jonah Tieman 09/14/21
Copyright © Jonah Tieman | Year Posted 2021
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