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stepping from
the tempestuous
swirl of years
swept away
by a river of booze

it’s as if I’m Rip
Van Winkle

waking from
a decades-long
dream to find
the world has
moved on

and here I am
standing still

a book out of order
that’s missing
every other page,
spine cracked,
cover in tatters

and no index,
no table of contents
to guide my way

 

 

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