Lorenzo Buford
I was once one nature
Lost now in the pages of time and
A part of me wanders the corridors
Between the in-between places
Looking for what left me for a voice
That was not mine
But thought something
More was being offered
And I resigned myself
To sitting alone
On a mountaintop
In a group at a table
Discussing memories
Creating stories
For the Others to wander into
So that we again join
As One song
That has been broken
Into many verses
Many melodies
And not the original tone.
I am a broken song.
NEXT: A Feast of Shadows
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