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Sunday Muse #192

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  Following inescapable uncertainty Earth once flat moving round like sunshine candy dripping with excitement on asphalt upon which left behind hopes once traveled Gazing into the white horizon blinded  by possibilities Unsure of the route Uncanny wagon wheels rolling Over and over and over and over and over and over Breathing future dust composed of ghosts that yearned for visions hungry souls devour ravenous for escape

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Nibbling. Their absence is strange. A familiar lobster scent reminded me once of travels from last fall. The salted breeze warmed me then, but that was not what drew me in through the window. It was the smell of lobster that reminded me of the fisherman's calloused hands, and the wind set in a sail destined for heaven. Had she been here, I would have never dared to venture in. I eat to my heart's content. Then fly. In the distance, I notice the bell tolling in the sunset. And the rush of people moving through the narrow streets like the lifeblood running through veins.