A Journey in Repetition

central valley

“Ah, so I stood there

And looked;

The view held,

Beautiful and shimmering,

Stretching in distance,

 

But it fell away, 

Meandered and faded;

And talked to me no more;

Became barren and empty,

Peeling away; holding no more,

Nothing but; to be

A journey in repetition,

 

Voices call out from past,

Hands reach out and touch,

Memories flit and light away,

To hold and catch,

 

But then asking no more,

Talking no more,

To fade away, 

As if; nothing but

A journey in repetition”

 

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