Finding it hard to see up from down, left from right. What was left from what was right? Discontinue discontent from this to that so I can catch a glimpse. A glimpse of existence. Persistence. Deliver your letter to my soul.
Read out loud!
Fold in half the past that passes over me.
Under me.
Through me.
Turing back around and down below the sky.
1 comment:
yes!
you are growing in your writing
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