Climbing out of
a fetid hole
deep within a
forgotten knoll
I was there
for many moons
against the dirt
against the cold
When I look
out yonder hill
I see the knoll
I see the hole
And when I climb
back down the ridge
I find myself
still in my home
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
