Private Hell and Other Meanderings

Hidden in plain sight.

All notes to self.

Tales with poems to tell.

High upon my on wisdom.

I have occasion to clean my own private hell.

A gypsy by day.

Tan to my feet.

No polish to the bent toes.

Confined by night.

Self imposed.

Challenged by weak words that I.

And, I alone know.

Still I avow.

Still I vow.

To menace myself over and over again.

By the light of my own ignorance.

Thus, the dare has always been…

To encourage… phases of phrases.

Sentences…not meant to send.

To create a path with no beginning.

A journey I must transcend.


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