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I walked into a dark tunnel

 

I walked into a dark tunnel

 

I walked into a dark tunnel

& all the blue elephants were spoken for

So somehow my flight must proceed from within

I forgot I could swim, you see

The tunnel was so dark I wasn’t sure whether it was a tunnel or a pocket

2 exits or 1? Or a zipper?

& if a pocket whose jacket? Or pants? Or skirt? Or Shirt?

You see I knew very little about it

Or even how I got there

No I am materialist enough to realize self-neglect can trigger fate

& so I must dissolve

Drink a lot of water & sweat my wife out

So the way is a self help book

Truisms et al

So really, knowing how these things work

It’s quite plausible I’ll never get out

Or at least get out according to precepts of others

Wisdom is not infallible

In fact, often it’s proved to be bunkum

But really what else is there?

Data?

Still those dices are loaded one way or another

& someone who doesn’t have a feel for language tells a causal story

Or even just proximity

Like me to the wearer of these pants I’m quite possibly stuck in

Unless it’s a tunnel

Which I don’t remember entering

But I have been drinking a lot, of late.

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

 

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