Stucked in between
these split spaces
oh for how anon do i own the hours?
A sequel of travail
Must croak- an obvious corollary
sooner…later…
betwixt the unpredictable
This inevitable.. the inescapable
Oh this vicious circle –
getting impulsively
error-ridden..
scatterbrained..
mislaying words
and thoughts
All hither . thither
As it slithers..
Back and forth
East and north
jilting me..
Sturdy. sole instant
Then rest…
With remnants of Catatonia.

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