Sunday, September 11, 2016


We escape to
new lands and oceans.
From the mangled, 
broken children of 
our childhoods, we escape.
We escape into books,
philosophy, songs, poems. 
Into beguiling bodies, 
we escape.
We escape into stupors 
and we escape into hazes;
God found and lost.
All the while we run, we run
from the deep set gazes, 
of the children from our past.

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