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photo
by Artur Listwan ©
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the comfortable home of journeys
I
am concentrating
on
the luxuries
my depravity
gives me
I
want no part
of
lucid memory
I
only want
to
reel in
all
the smells
somewhere
someone is
grilling
crusty bread
brushing
oil
melting
cheese
I
am the young man
that
sees time
as
endless
the
middle aged man
as
it not existing
and
the old man
who
sees it
as
something
that
has left me
right here
at the end
of another
poem
EJR
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