Travelin’ and unravelin’

leaving miles of web behind

tangled up with sticky notes

caught flat on my tongue

I see you in my mind’s mirrors

through a complex lens

hearing you

with jaundiced eyes

missing you

until I overflow

and crash

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  1. Exactly how I feel some nights. Sigh. Too much to absorb, too much to keep up with … miles and miles of tangled webs with postie notes everywhere I turn … things forgotten outweigh the things I managed to remember. Good poem! Timely.

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