The Me, Or - - -
woke early
...this morning to...
an earl lee's sun
...shining a light...
into the dark
...and trancing...
me down a
...raw bit hole...
a mirror image
...of me roared a...
time-space sigh lent
...yawn...
stans sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2022
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