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Searching Through the Maze

"what is this strange place, we find ourselves in trapped in the open, we are free within" We are strangers in this maze called universe Knowing neither its length, breadth nor depth We are, at the time, trapped on this planet earth, Trying desperately, feverishly to escape its curse And finding we explore only a confining grave, We wonder aimlessly among the stellar skies Searching for an inhabitable planet for the future, While we slowly destroy what we will not save Continually junking up our maze here and now We discover we are junking up space we explore, And while we search for an acceptable way out It is time we accept our ignorance of the how -- Again, and over again, we repeat our histories, Wander in a maze of possibilities, sharing stories.
NINTH PLACE WINNER Written March 21, 2022 For “The Matrix” Poetry Contest Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

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Date: 4/10/2022 9:08:00 AM
Congratulations on this win. A creative write. History does repeat. People never learn. Enjoy your spring day with blessings.........................
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/10/2022 11:07:00 AM
Thank you so very much, Paula. Your comments always mean so much to me. You are a very encouraging person!
Date: 4/8/2022 9:12:00 PM
"we explore only a confining grave", "we are junking up space we explore" - Great concepts. Congratulations!
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/8/2022 9:47:00 PM
Thanks, Chris. I appreciate your insightful comments.
Date: 4/8/2022 8:24:00 PM
Deep musings, Milton. We would all do well to reflect on your words before mankind slips into the dark abyss. Congrats on your win
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/8/2022 9:47:00 PM
Thank you, Unseeking. I found it a very interesting contest to work with.
Date: 4/8/2022 8:23:00 PM
I am really loving all the winning poems. You did fantastic with the theme, Milt. Congratulations
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 4/8/2022 9:48:00 PM
Thanks, Andrea. I sort of squeaked in there, but it's okay.
Date: 3/23/2022 12:17:00 PM
Well, that definitely conveys the trapped in the open idea, I like that, unable to escape to the infinite, trapped with our trash/debris/mistakes? The implied freedom comes by not repeating past mistakes. Good stuff.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/23/2022 12:23:00 PM
Thanks so much, Jeff. I just writes them as they come to me. I sort of liked this one myself. Hope U.S. does, too.
Date: 3/21/2022 4:18:00 PM
We really do need to remember this "It is time we accept our ignorance of the how"
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/21/2022 5:08:00 PM
Thank you, Caren, for your insightful read and comment.
Date: 3/21/2022 3:09:00 PM
Fantastic write! This maze we can’t escape until heaven. Love that last line! I think you will see a win. I would vote for this!
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/21/2022 3:30:00 PM
Well, I suppose we'll see. Thank you so much for your confidence in the poem, Kim. I appreciate it.
Date: 3/21/2022 11:25:00 AM
I really like the thoughts and the symbolism in this masterpiece. Milt, your wording is just great. Have a wonderful Monday.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/21/2022 3:30:00 PM
Thank you so much, Lasaad. I appreciate your read and the thoughtful comment.
Date: 3/21/2022 5:46:00 AM
It does baffle me how we ignore all the signs Milt! Well said, !!!
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/21/2022 8:24:00 AM
Thanks so much, Mike, for your comment on my poem. I agree with you!
Date: 3/20/2022 10:23:00 PM
...andt, at most we can know only 5% of what be actual....andt, of that our time retention is only a 1/14 second/second .....we miss so much......stan sand
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