a ghost form

mind body spirit soul

hunger fire tears.

inside pressing

pressing exploring the interior of the 


of her new found form.



convex indentations


poking prodding

beneath the surface

to surface

and breathe anew

a what you say?

some being within


but for heartbeats

and tears

long not forgotten.

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whispers of the water

waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn


amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming

waxing blue

who is death? no enemy of time, only consequence a neutral effect of life life affected by the nature of its being i question death as only life i know for certain only where i am only passage. to tri

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