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sahara of my mind


one
porcupine
  in the
  sahara
    of my mind,
  in the forgotten
      skeleton
        of the sea
        in my mind
        where sand dunes
      help lay to rest
      the rusting remnants
        of cars
              that couldn't complete
                the journey
              safely via the
          treacherous terrain
        somewhere in and out
          of my brain.
      but those cars, they contained
          boxes, inside of which were
        the true wiring of my
                      thoughts,
                archived.
            but the sahara of my mind
                got the better of the drivers, my
                      little circuit messengers.
                    the necessary needs now all gone.
                  everything is lost,
                they didn't make it out alive.

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  • Work In Progress
    March 17
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    God I love this style of writing. It really does bring to mind Kerouac's Mexico City Blues, it flows without the semblance of flowing, the words just...connect. All of it was great, but
    "those cars, they contained
    boxes, inside of which were
    the true wiring of my
    thoughts,
    archived"

    Stood out to me as well as the ending.