Mystic Rhythms Poetry ~ 2001

~ Fuzzy ~

by Sab Will
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Fuzzy

Travelling backwards,
into the East
Unravelling twisted tracks,
fleeing the feast

Trees are all fuzzy now,
life whizzing by
These blurred eyes won’t focus,
hard as I try

I’m nearing the end,
I smile and I weep
I’m fearing of nothing,
old memories seep

Darkness envelops me,
tunnels of time
Starkness, oblivion,
blackness sublime

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© Sab Will 2001

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