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Gibberish

You cannot sing your breath is gushing with water your lungs are pumping gasps instead of gas When love is a cube perfected extremes that stretch straight to the core […]
Gibberish

Quarter Past

Open the windows and let the scarce summer wind conjure figments and fragments distant memories. Remember how we were told to stay indoors from March until May only to let […]
Quarter Past

Northward

I am filled with your song, your intense serenade the happiness in your eyes grips me, seduces me, the sadness that you bring beckons me, calls my name, commands me, […]
Northward

Ode to Paper

Once more, I write on paper once more, I acquaint myself with an object so familiar  with my eyes, nose, lips, fingertips and ears once more, I write on paper.  […]
Ode to Paper