Day 18. “walking”

With heartbreaking vividness

living a neighbour’s life

in a neat need for perfect disgrace heights

have been weaving nets of magnets

an undiscovered land

of messing blends

of a hundred demons free

under a pile of black leaves of black teas.

A chessboard clean and ready

for the last of our unsteady

sets of fire.

Walking a few more miles.

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