kick you out of the hollows of my room
out of the spaces where you sit
longing
looking
looking for some escape from the encircled mood
drawing
and pulling me downward toward the floor
where the fishermen skim
searching for barracudas
that feast upon the shore?
*The end of the Road
of course
it's always there
waiting for me
too begin
feeling
my way
through whatever
darkness wants
to show me
there
the ten thousand ways
are never exhausted
and fear
flowers
-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.
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