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Seven days journey in search of the sun.

By walking the four

turned to each other

there is a path not taken here.

The light spreading outward

does it hide often?

Do you see the light?

Hear the light?

Does it spread around you like

used motor oil

gunky and dirty

chunks of lost machined parts

and two buttons

swirling around the surface

to light to sink

too heavy to fly away.

If you seek something

the sun

or moon

can you stop?

The eyes

seeks refuge

look away.

We are the lost sounds

we are the lost ones

that journey ever onward

not knowing where we go…


What do you think?

Written by DocAndersen

One fan, One team and a long time dream Go Cubs!!!!!!!!!!!!!


    • I had a really rough time when I was 28/29 years old. Rough, for me then, I doubt it really was a rough as I thought. The poetry from that period is darker and angrier.