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curious thoughts
peek through routine
to create maps of a new world
one where perspective
tilts and shines
with different surfaces
in different
colors of light.
curious thoughts
peek through routine
to create maps of a new world
one where perspective
tilts and shines
with different surfaces
in different
colors of light.
the fall comes late here as i sit with pricks of insecurities salting my thoughts too sharply. the taste (its potency) blazes over every spice of life and numbs reception to all other flavors. God, ea
gently softly fixed we cry stagnant in our offering the way is blocked is fogged over by insert what you will trigger release remembrance the gaze of Light into disheveled corners where any which way
gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be