August 18 by The Running Son
㊉ points in time ㊉
I think I will live, reach wide
and gather unsorted and scattered thoughts together–
thoughts on a dime–
and focus my mind, fortified,
remaining absorbent and unfolded, sparked alive, thriving,
my wide open zone reloaded.
Rebaptized, again and again,
in each proceeding moment, in the now, all thens fading,
this walking coma, slowly,
but eventually, may be broken.
The prompt: “Time” (;
by Jim Aldrich (:
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