“DISPERSAL”

Distant in the wind;
my impossible longing
to live.

Drifted out, yet no
breeze beckons
me. Still static;
motionless.

Distant in the wind;
my impossible longing
to live.

I go on.
I go on.
I go on
without
knowing
when.

narrative poem written on 03-03-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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