I write
the words take me somewhere,
away from here,
where I am all the time,
I can be standing nearby while everyone laughs,
and in a moment, with the right words,
they’ve all gone away.
This is my sacred ground I suppose,
and even that mystique,
that beautiful passion of solitude,
I risk with a shallow need,
that one that leaves me undefined.
Perhaps if rather than try to succeed,
I might un-succeed everything I ever believed is true,
and find,
that here is where I am again,
always wanting to search for this place,
where I glance,
I listen,
I seek some visual clarification,
and then,
suddenly my mind does take solace,
a sort of
melancholy vacation.
though there are those times I’d rather be happy
instead.
Clever word play this one
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