thru ways you have not known



between Crookn  edge, Jagged curve, deaths door and  o’er shadowed place..

where no one goes or says they were, some flat grass ,  no friendly face..

suspicious whispers, in the mind , they  tell you where else to go arrive :

I, hesitant choose the ” Lesser Mile..”  : stunned a crow pheasant, a grass lake, a lotus farm, dear God

what is this strip that leads me on : suspicion curiousity hunger        claws /  whats the deal, wheres the clause ?

No one told me, these Things  e’ er were : maybe someplace else, but here ? Not here !!! Here ? For me ? These .. ?

Why didnt I know, so much Hoarding   and my filling eyes…


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