finding my way back home
I wander outside forgotten lines
once alive inside stories
brimming with possible salvation
now abandoned by the wayside
flashes of light dart in and out
of moss covered ravines
reminding me of one-eyed jackrabbits
racing on freshly paved roadways
testing the very laws of physics
whether in this century or the next
I’ve trained myself to exploit loopholes
and uncover wormholes
be it traveling stealthily into the future
or ever so slowly
finding my way back home
august two thousand eighteen
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