liquid loop

i have note books all over the house,

and pens, and pencils, and markers,

and sticky notes, and highlighters;

and still i fail to write things down,

forget things before they can be captured,

lose the words, the notes, the momentum,

the dreams, the meanings.

some things are meant to be lost; to be found

only in the ether, free from paper.

the liquid loop continues to run

through my mind,

changing with the wind,

with the tide:

elusive little bitch,

she takes me for a ride.

it won’t stop until i die.


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