Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges


all that we see

we try to find rhythm
sort out our words

the same attempt
the same cadence

again and again

again we scratch on
the empty page

filling time with
disjointed memories

all that we own
all that we know

all that we see

if only our breath
on a chilly morning

what will become of our day?

12/08/2022                                                                                   j.g.l.


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