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something happened shortly

after the total eclipse of

The moon. Time had

erased its exit and submerged you in days

as endless as these

Either that or maybe it was only 1 day

Like a missing clock experience

You walked into your studio

from time

to time

Words fell out of you

that you never imagined you

you might never see again.

But little did you know.

(You needed someone to remind you …

which I guess explained my presence)

And then you’d leave your studio

from time

to time.

snowflakes baffled the roar of blasting air conditioners.

We exchanged pertinent glances as either  faces or shadows

There was a soothing quality to this exchange, if I recall correctly.

And then we decided to leave.

Actually, not to leave, but to go forth.

But we had to leave in order to go forth.

This was what we did.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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