No Immunity
at the other end
that voice again,
longing all night again,
to see what is unrecognizable;
beyond shadows
street lights and
under the influence of
knifelike reality,
failing to know your place,
that place you belong,
past the echo descending;
depending where you want to go,
past the past, past what went wrong, past what is gone,
past the unthinkable, again.
obsessed.
There's nobody out there.
Copyright © James Ranahan | Year Posted 2015
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