the sky’s the limit
where to start when there is
no end in sight
—the beginning much too obvious
but nearly impossible
due to lack of recollection
maybe starting from the middle
is the way to go
—from there you can go in any direction
recalling punches & sweat & adrenaline
the first kiss
and the first rejection slip
and those sweet sweet morsels of pain
—whether physical or mental
in the end they all meld together
because once you go there
so many memories open up
flooding the landscape
as if a dam had been compromised
—but from there the sky’s the limit
september two thousand twenty-four
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