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Shiver
Quilt – a tattered representation of Maslow,
That buries me in a heap of listless dreams -
That become, vapors into nothingness,
Like the memories of my childhood
Having no meaning or seeming
Out of place in all of this.
Psychological needs?
This air penetrates my bones
Like thorns, in all of my epicenters.
The cold alone, in shades
Of off white – blue, breaking away
My eyes.
Newspaper rolls in tumbleweed.
Tragedies or ecstasies
are all the same to me.
Cowboys or Indians -
Presidents or paperboys.
None of it means anything.
My body shivers.
My physiology trembles.
At my appearance,
People seem
to quiver or shiver.
Published 15th Aug 2021
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16th Aug 2021 2:29am
This possesses a very deep emptiness, Cipher. Like that of an empty well, having served its purpose.
16th Aug 2021 5:08am
Thank you A. I dont know why but early yesterday morning I looked out the window and caught a flash of times where I empathically connected to a homeless person. Sometimes I would just live with them for a while... to interact and exchange energy... but also to learn from them... I think... also.. I like the feeling of having nothing. that is such a great teacher. You know?
Sometimes I would be like wearing decent garments whilst the flesh beneath these garments sort of trembled in the cold light of the morning. in the morning air... perhaps... and I loved that... I loved the liberation of insanity & madness...
why is that so? I dont know... but I love that feeling...
like a deliberate self jettison from society.?.
Nevertheless... I think you greatly.... My friend.
Sometimes I would be like wearing decent garments whilst the flesh beneath these garments sort of trembled in the cold light of the morning. in the morning air... perhaps... and I loved that... I loved the liberation of insanity & madness...
why is that so? I dont know... but I love that feeling...
like a deliberate self jettison from society.?.
Nevertheless... I think you greatly.... My friend.
