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November 1, 2023


an arrow that always finds the bullseye knows nothing of the rest of the world
I’ve missed the target so many times

I don’t even bother aiming anymore -- just let it fly

ready, fire, aim

sometimes you just can’t meditate things away

the candle doesn’t burn bright enough

incense doesn't swirl enough

you can’t sit still enough

pictures play in your mind with an annoying soundtrack

you yell cut but it just keeps going

can’t get far enough away

up up and away, away in a manger

or gray scottish castles full of spirits and bagpipes

filling my dreams with echoes off the gray stone walls of my mind

eerie bagpipes sound

ghosts walk the hallways

or I could just walk into the moors

and disappear from it all