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
Crash
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Michael Seidel, writer 
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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Thank you, my friend.
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