Through the Mire

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Writing in the dark

I see

inside my mind

a hallway leading to

conduits of thought.


In the dark I see


Undaunted revelations

leading past my want…

past my need.


Writing in the dark

I see

out through the mire of

too much, too fast, my

glaring imperfections.


Into the mire of


I have no chance to think

past the distractions

to make sense

of it all