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In other words
Your lessons were given to me in teaspoons
of solace
There I laid anomalously supine on
a Sahara of hardwood floor between each
ache, moment & this obsidian body,
Fully musing origamis of desire,
Fully aware of my Now
Knowing, well, trying to accept this (( I )) that
belongs to no-one
of solace
There I laid anomalously supine on
a Sahara of hardwood floor between each
ache, moment & this obsidian body,
Fully musing origamis of desire,
Fully aware of my Now
Knowing, well, trying to accept this (( I )) that
belongs to no-one
Published 1st Jul 2021
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1st Jul 2021 4:25am
Your ability and superb talent to string together the perfect word combinations /descriptions
(a Sahara of hardwood floor!!) are truly bar none... I always, ALWAYS look forward to reading your work.... This poem sears deep, with a bleak aloneness.... stark and piercing...
It's of palpable resonance, and I bet many can relate to or can fathom similar feelings....
Outstanding ink
and I thank you for sharing 🙏🏻
🌹 - B
(a Sahara of hardwood floor!!) are truly bar none... I always, ALWAYS look forward to reading your work.... This poem sears deep, with a bleak aloneness.... stark and piercing...
It's of palpable resonance, and I bet many can relate to or can fathom similar feelings....
Outstanding ink
and I thank you for sharing 🙏🏻
🌹 - B
1st Jul 2021 4:28am
