The fear comes rolling in
like tumble weed
during huricane season
but I am thinking of the past
while living in the future
what a fool
only my present
does not fit yet
in the future
others
used to
so I am trapped
in limbo
in the crack between spaces
but hopeful
of timelines
for
tumbleless seasons
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