Natures trapping...

[furtherfield]

Feet dangle like weeds
underground - over the edge of the bay.
I can always imagine life as hopeful.
A new reality surely must exist.
When eyes penetrate the burn of the sun,
squinting is the powerless child.
Among memories and present attributes,
all remains second to none - still lost, I am still lost.
Skies will always remind me of how lost I am, anchored but drifting
sideways.
Gulls are the Mandalas of the chaotic skies, swimming the air teazing my
eyes....
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