index

Here, on these pages, I bequeath my story

autobiographical perchance--surely lacking in eloquence and poise

Comprised of scribbles noted on bits of paper and canvas,

of memories I have failed to forget, spontaneous thoughts, and attempts at poetry and understanding.

A compilation of fragments

juxtaposed to form a...what?

a me?

a you?

an ... us?

Sometimes

I speak quietly and fall into the labyrinth of my soul....

where time becomes entwined in what are no longer hours

or months or years

fragments merging into one

the map broken in the abyss

the indecipherable night, or was it morning...?

The other night I stole a star from the sky

I keep it in my sock drawer

It reminds me of other infinities

and that I can now invent a new labyrinth.

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