CorrugationA Poem by PeteTime is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. - Thoreauway up in the recessed synapses of a long-forgotten attic in an obscure corner that's both forgiving and democratic forcefully tearing off the duct tape of years gone byfolding back the creased, dusty flaps things discovered that i knew not were even there too bad none of my thinning hair i've forgotten so much living on the frozen credit of forgotten memories whilst always going dutch haphazardly and involuntarily packed away for a future, imperative day good thing time's been temporarily cured of being blind in what's left of the faded, corrugated cardboard box of my overly neglected mind © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 15, 2023 Last Updated on February 16, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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