The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

 

We don’t know any more

where our lives belong

or even where to hide.

The walls of home

hold nothing up

or out

and the door hangs slack

on the hinge.

 

Where have our lives gone ?

 

I consult the… Continue reading The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

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