This journey I’ve been on has led me to places unseen

Picturesque like the deepest swamps in the bayou

The darkest corners that the unconscious explores

We all have that place

I’ve tiptoed on the ridges of crocodile backs

Instinctively I knew when to leap avoiding

Life’s dismantling teeth sinking in after the snap

Of my mind when there never isn’t enough time

What magnificence a day brings

But can we measure a day in such meager constraints of hours

What if a day was experiences collected over time

What if our life was one continuous long day?

Then one day we take our final sleep

I will miss this place I’ve come to rest and called a creative home

Channill...

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