The great escape, sequence 32

As though I’d find that golden key, escaping
from the corridors of my mind
at 2:44 in the morning.
Instead, revisiting familiar, forgotten rooms;
the shelves that hide my adolescence beneath dimly lit incandescence remain
solid.
Unmoved from where they vowed to hold ground
in me.
I just want to find that ledge again, but leap.
Into the vegetation
The thick unknown
Where ground still exists
unpaved,
open to the tears of a..
Carolina blue sky.
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