Seeking My Mind

Waste-land temptation.  Everything is empty, the

robin has flown down the pole, seeking refuge.  Listening to

insane verbal communications, as I bring out a search-

party to find my brain.  Where I left it, I can’t tell.

Misty blues eyes are deepening with fear.  The white-

out conditions, while mystifying, are not complex.

 

©Timothy Grassan

 

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