Roots tangled, arthritic.
These roads
woven like woods
masquerading as songbird symphonies
of triumphs past.
Infinite & inchoate.
That moment in time
defining all that we
try to rewind back to.
Slippery as sieves.
Time, friendships, honesty;
ephemeral temporal sands
evading capture.
Vilified & free.
An anathema to accountability;
prostrate before pagan paradigms of
vapidity.
Roots unraveled, recreant.
These roads
meandering miasmic
warping words into wars
of former selves.
