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Wandering
Lost, where I need to be The ever new day of dementia The blanket that shelters me Innocent again Streaks of sunshine on recycled garbage A snapshot of life's turbulence Contained in each reflection I quench my thirst Their import fills greedy eyes Dancing shards of wisdom and folly Carve up my wrinkled skin Rebirth has come A chapter closes in falling scabs I set my pen on pink parchment And let the tip fly on intent |