Conduits

Words are rolling off the tip
of my mind
Barreling through crowded corridors

Safety seems to hold fast
in tunnels
leading to notions
Lacking foundational support

Maps that make themselves known,
Keys and compasses, composed
of symbols
Possessing elusive context

Save for Emergency exits
Passageways that hide behind
the fog
Drifting from view

Burrowed beneath layers of
winding avenues

The crash is quiet.

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One thought on “Conduits

  1. In reading you poetry, I find though not surprisingly, your thoughts and words have to come from a combination of acute consciousness, profound analogies and passionate heart felt feelings.

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