Sketches - 38 (October 14th, 2014)

38.

The bark of an old tree

is a hard ragged layer of skin,

a haunted epidermis

      that houses multitudes

      of creeping seemingly

      pointless insects.

The older I get, the less I 

require a reason

              for things.

Desire itself has no

epidermis to speak of

and houses nothing yet

remains the same as it

ever was in that the

long expected goal is

never exactly what

       was expected.

(October 14th, 2014)

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