Pages of poison oak
Ordered numerical
Opaque unless
Opened and read
In context of
Whatever I've become
What life held
On a bookshelf
And every book on that shelf
Is a tale my life will tell
All I know is it starts and it ends
And every step that I take
Is a footprint on display
That just can't be erased
And I can't make sense of it
Turn the page
And watch me walk away
On a paper trail
From where everything stays
The same
Worn to the spine I take
Measure to illustrate
How wide my view
May it relate to you
In sequence of
What we've become

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