bustle.

bustle.

doorways
gateways
windows;
all around us
surounds’us
in the all, this house;
cities, towns;
paths that lead in all directions
paths forgotten
paths remembered, paths in backwards, paths tempered;
stone steps into a water
ethereal steps into a plane, the same;
lately, I have been more akin
to sitting and staring
out a window, plain
to give my travel, my heart
a rest- a break-
and just watch, for a time.

and I know in my reaction, a fraction… words.. music.. thoughts.. all of it…

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