Secret Ingredients
Kafkaesque
awake at first light
realizing far too late
I’m not who I thought
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venus rising-
difficult memories
consigned to the fire
Potential
gilded double doors
open with empty promises
of false salvation
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heavy leaden sky-
swollen riverbanks
poised to overflow
Water
tumbling down hill
chatting and laughing aloud
running to the sea
–
freshly frozen-
on the lake shore
crackled glass
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