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Poetry Drafts / 2 January 2023

I lost my footing, two feet and ten toes
sailed through the falling snow,
cold cold hopes of balancing day and night
night and day to prevail in purist separation.
I fell and I flew. Flew. Flew. Flew. Bootless idiot.
I lost my footing, and sailed boot-less
towards an escaping infinity
— giggling

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.