Routine was the themeHe’d wake up, wash and pour himself into uniformSomething he hadn’t imagined beingAs the merging traffic passedHe found himself staring downAt his own handsNot remembering the changeNot recalling the planWas it…? He was okayBut wonderingAbout wanderingWas it age?By consequence?Or was he moved sleight of hand? Mondays were made to fallLost on a […]
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