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Plethora as Plume
Kink
as a bridge, distinct
in its purity, I
remember
being pure, remember
the
star gate of you,
&
the places
you
took me
to.
as a bridge, distinct
in its purity, I
remember
being pure, remember
the
star gate of you,
&
the places
you
took me
to.
Published 3rd Apr 2023
Author's Note
Hmmm...
I see I was getting personal in this write...
Need to lay down for a moment...
Have distorted my perception of time,
via varying techniques...
Went out for two hour walk in the sun...
Wore comfortable baggy pajama pants and long sleeve shirt...
Had baggy zip up hoodie,
and hemp hat, which I carried, when it got hot...
Feels good to know the
secret spots on the terrain,
watching the day dwellers who might not know of these places...
Wrote my NaPo poem at the last minute...
Passed out cold...
Was glad to not be in a different day,
even though I barely know what day it is...
I see I was getting personal in this write...
Need to lay down for a moment...
Have distorted my perception of time,
via varying techniques...
Went out for two hour walk in the sun...
Wore comfortable baggy pajama pants and long sleeve shirt...
Had baggy zip up hoodie,
and hemp hat, which I carried, when it got hot...
Feels good to know the
secret spots on the terrain,
watching the day dwellers who might not know of these places...
Wrote my NaPo poem at the last minute...
Passed out cold...
Was glad to not be in a different day,
even though I barely know what day it is...
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