The journeys

Standing still by the glass
I run through a thousand nightmares

And on the floor
I stretch as far as the stars,
then race back down to tell you about them.

I traverse distances that do or don't exist
In a few silent breaths

And some of them are beautiful, 
when I am not scared.  

I journey
Mad or wanted -
By going nowhere. 


C. LJ Ireton 2024

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