This is me
eventually
There is comfort
in the thought
The slope I climbed
is not a slope
It is a boundless space
flat without horizons
Directionless, unencumbered
I am here
Writing old comfort
on new pages
This is me
eventually
There is comfort
in the thought
The slope I climbed
is not a slope
It is a boundless space
flat without horizons
Directionless, unencumbered
I am here
Writing old comfort
on new pages