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Random Unsorted Drafts / 21 February 2020

I go into hiding,

the pattern repeats itself,

I go,

I walk,

I stand behind the shadow of a tree,

Empowered by bark &

The chewing, the golden sap –

Endlessly gooey

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.