Poem from 2018

Somewhere in demilitarised zone

Trudging somewhere in the demilitarised zone

I know this place of consequences

Familiar with the known known of quantified, passed time

Familiar with the known known of the brevity of existence

Familiar with the known known of the insignificance I share with you all

Familiar with the known known of my deepening irrelevance.

Familiar with the known unknowns of who what where how and when. The questions are unanswered until I trudge on into the quicksand or deep water.

Or fall asleep at the wheel.

Again

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