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October

On a scale from one to twelve I feel October I feel October under my nails from the scraping and scratching I do in the night trying to escape from October I feel October I feel October under my skin from the air that I breathe and the lack of light that seeps through my vision the moment i wake in October I feel October I feel October slowly dying and fighting the fact that I feel October slipping in to November in time

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Pilgrim

Stations fade as you drown in the rhythms of trains

still on the move

have you counted the towns and hamlets and villages

have you counted the faces and hands that

briefly touch your skin

as you hand them your money

Have you counted the heartbeats and steps

the breaths you've taken

since the last time someone called you

by your name?

Forests blur behind you turning

into shadows and ash

as you finish yet another cup of coffee

Are you homeless fugitive traveler pilgrim?

Have you stopped and listened to the winds

the voices and languages you don't understand

have you seen the time go by do you know where you are?

Cities rumbling and roaring beneath you

as you toss and turn trying to sleep

in yet another unfamiliar bed

have you ever stopped and wondered what you're running from?

Where are you running to

are you running out of breath of ink of words to say

of places to go

are you running out of these worlds

or simply trying to keep up with it?

Have you been so busy living you forgot to stay alive?

Nights and tides turning away from you

you turning east going down walking yet another street

leading nowhere in particular

seeking shelter from the crows the crowds the clouds

in yet another church

have you forgotten who to pray to

does anybody pray for you

does anybody recognize your face?

Pilgrim, where are you running to?

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Gamla Stan, Stockholm, Sweden

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shot from a plane