Passing Fancies

By Cam Adams
Image by Cam Adams

Today

today

is always the day we lose our way.

 

Constricted verbosity

like moss on a rolling stone

gathers

syntax

articulation

on which to fly.

 

Twerked tics

swarm characters.

 

Beyond the light

blind men hack

at their roots

focused on the shorter road

not the forest sound.

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