the threaded thoughts theory- so many gretel
crumbs tastelessly wasted on lost pathways
in the dusk. before they arrive they are off in
directions no maps have claimed: a mountain
here, an ocean there; my backyard speckled
with owls a-resting atop totems. no screeches
and silent eyes. the dead look and see more
than you with your wide awake pins that point
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
