YOU ARE READING

Poetry

where wanderlust and a well-travelled writer dance to the ever-fickle tune of vicarious words

here is a hole.

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by NEOTERICS

by NEOTERICS

SCENE: ( a gaping hole. fill it to the brim with the contents of your imagination.)

there is a hole in the earth

and there is a hole in my mind

i have dug these holes myself.

i steal dirt from the earth-hole

to plug my mind-hole

to feel whole but instead

i am left with a-hole

and now,

both hands

having been sullied

into this hole i go

which one, you ask?

depends.

but consider: could one door not lead to another?

perhaps it was the illusion of choice all along.

dedicated to s for reminding me that words exist