Walking
Where were we going
Waking in the dark
Walking under a question mark sky
Incorporeal and immaterially moving
Ghost branches background moonlight
Weaving shadow sea waves in circles increasingly widening and retreating like memories of time unthinkable and unopened
Like a question mark in the dark
Making our ways across the way
Without a light waking
In the dark.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2025-07-02 at 00:38




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