Day Fourteen

running into doors

i don’t have a
clue on what to write
today has been
filled with so many
encounters of the
human spirit:
anger, sadness,
confusion, and joy
how does one poem
contain it?
it cannot. hence,
why the constant
writing. the over-drawn
debates on the meaning
of Goblin Market,
we’re not looking for
meaning
we’re looking
for answers

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