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Reaching For Xanadu

Skeletons rule the attic, rooks have left the board emptiness I can’t explain, darkness untoward Lapses in my memory, lyrics left unsung chasing all those things I’m not, orphan on the run Monday turns to Thursday, Tuesday, Wednesday lost time on fire, burning fast, sanity the cost One last chance for freedom, pathway to the cliff to jump into my deepest fear —or sink in this abyss (The New Room: February, 2022)

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Date: 3/11/2022 8:20:00 AM
well done; having recently retired, I identify with the Monday turns to Thursday line. Where did the time go?
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Kurt Philip Behm
Date: 3/11/2022 8:16:00 PM
Thanks Jeff, time is very, very elusive. Kurt

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