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The next doodle is a maze. It made me think of lost things.
It made me think of transient poetry.

Transient Poetry

on the road
late at night
coming home
having drunk
i make poetry in my mind
i select words from storage
i join them into silent stanzas
i build them into unspoken verse
on the road
late at night
coming home
having drunk
i make poetry in my mind
arriving home
it is forgotten