Day Trip: Beacon (10)

my eyes are behind the times

as the front lines of a mind that
can’t help but try and identify
with the weight they can
nevertheless find peace by
strict othering

i am not my job
i am not these stones in a field
i am not the finger lakes
i am not that for which i am a channel

a sad negation
on a humid day
that won’t rinse off

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