Lost and Found

Peak at the bottom

Over sour grapes

Breathing relief

Or soul’s sake…

For embers burn

On dead wood

Like the mind

Or the understood…

And in the morn

Lost are steps

Like the past

A future kept…

Lurching forward

On frosted ground

On the edge

Of lost and found.

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