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poetry by j matthew waters

exploring new mental territories


awakening each morning without aid
internal mechanisms change with the times
self-greasing gears constanting adapting
fueled by the sun

doors open and shut
revealing interrupted darkness
casting you out into abandoned streets
southern sky lighting up in your favor
you walk without thinking
head held high

where your feet take you is less important
than how your mind wanders
be it carving out valleys as prescribed by mother
or digging deeper underground
rediscovering inalienable treasure




september two thousand eighteen
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