autopilot

only beyond the final edge
i realize, truly, i am
through many doors and motions
once more but never home

one thing after another
even unpacked they weigh
for i will always have to carry
the burden, the solitude, the joy

where else but elsewhere
while my mind remains adrift
one way or another i drown
ever the crushing silence

so i create a little bit of somehow
for comfort and survival
however hollow it may be
this, too, shall never pass

(2024)

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