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Posted by on Jan 22, 2020 in Poetry | 0 comments

The Arrows Pointed

The arrows pointed to it
My following eyes burrowed forward
Past dark and light even the grey felt-
Like fog was stretched across lake and sky.
That is where I dwelt
At the end of my endeavor the last candle lit.
Thoughts swarm but refuse to fly
While daily the horror surmounts the absurd.

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