Sunday, 4 April 2021

Beyond the Bounds of Possibility

Day 4



This is where you put me.

Where being is impossible,

Fleeing inconceivable,

Openings impassable,

Remaining inaccessible,

Forever unachievable,

The present unobtainable,

Mindfulness unthinkable,

Where rest is insurmountable.

This is where I left you.










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