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The Broadening Landscape
What person am I
now?
What season's song
do I sing?
The current moves us
as we steer and
sway, running
towards collapsing
bridges.
The hero starts to
see himself as a
savage,
While gardens of no
pre-meditated
thought
Pop up everywhere.
I am lost.
Writing has become
the invisible beast
as I circle for my
tail in search
Of the nectar.
Copyright ©
Matt Caliri
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