I am of no use

solvent

suicidal trees with chainsaws

the mind wanders

strange passages

winding paths

dwindling

until there is nought

There were always a cause to point to

nothing without something

I wonder where the point will emerge

I wonder what choices time will provide

and wether there will have been no choice

in the end

looking back

at the bricked up wall

where steps taken takes you nowhere

nowhere but back

and only in time

in memory

It's a maze, no?

Where every step just takes you further away

never towards

a race to a finish where the race began

with arrows in your back

and bits of your resolve lay scattered

but solvent

clear

and to the point

whatever that may be

I can still see an image of it though

suicidal trees

complete

with chainsaws dripping of sap

an ember to be

something that never was

I've lost myself there

maybe by choice

I can't remember

Where is the stopping point

I think I'm done here

now, to turn back

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