i have looked everywhere for the thing i have misplaced for the thing i have forgotten for the thing that tickles the back of my foggy mind on a chill winter day in the middle of another mental break in the same lost anthem of hope in the midst of betrayal

it isn’t anywhere

even as i am hard pressed to say what it is

the contents of the chapter listing for this sodden journey deep into the underground of buried meanderings reads like the ramblings of a man fallen into the rum barrel as he tries to drink his way to the splintered edge of understanding light in dark

yet it tickles with the barest wisp of what it is or was or could have would have should have been

still it isn’t anywhere

if it ever existed