djones_wit - Hello Poetry

Like a fish to water A playful otter With sons and daughters A careful auteur Making movies they move through me oh so groovy Please don't sue me but pursue me if it’s truly not unduly You can peruse me just don't use me I just want to eat my muesli Is a measly rhyme worth the time to chime in? Maybe it is maybe it's not, but two birds in the sky are worth one that's been caught Carefully taught, my neck always taut, the feelings we share frightfully fraught, but the rewards of release are worth being bought Brought together in a circle we are strong like Merkel, Did I Do That? like Urkel, I guess I did no longer hid I place my bid and win every time I ride the wheel, chakras spinning focus bending and mind transcending my soul ascending as we rise together, light as a feather, an upward spiral going viral spreading out across the world, intentions pure, we’re not the disease we are the cure, we are not easily appeased that is for sure but we can finally find release if we endure.

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Nov 8, 2025

Nov 8, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC

The Circle

Like a fish to water A playful otter With sons and daughters A careful auteur Making movies they move through me oh so groovy Please don't sue me but pursue me if it’s truly not unduly You can peruse me just don't use me I just want to eat my muesli Is a measly rhyme worth the time to chime in? Maybe it is maybe it's not, but two birds in the sky are worth one that's been caught Carefully taught, my neck always taut, the feelings we share frightfully fraught, but the rewards of release are worth being bought Brought together in a circle we are strong like Merkel, Did I Do That? like Urkel, I guess I did no longer hid I place my bid and win every time I ride the wheel, chakras spinning focus bending and mind transcending my soul ascending as we rise together, light as a feather, an upward spiral going viral spreading out across the world, intentions pure, we’re not the disease we are the cure, we are not easily appeased that is for sure but we can finally find release if we endure.

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I got so many feelings they leave me reeling, stealing second after second because I’m the first to leave and the last to go, too guarded to believe and too frozen to flow. Words cut into thirds and still too long to belong but too short to be strong, I’m not tough I’m all bluff and all guff I know stuff but not enough Hands cuffed and shoes scuffed I’m too rough easily rebuffed and left puffed I hope one day I find a way to be alone and okay but for now my skies are gray even on sunny days and like the waves I know I’ll eternally return but for now I burn, endless fire and pain a pyre without rain burning forever, chains I cannot sever no matter how clever I spit my wit aint **** in the big mitt. Held in the hands of the One but no lifeline comes so I feel like I’m being burned in the sun, taxed like earned income, vexed like an anti-vaxxer with a sneezing son, fried by having too much fun and lied to by myself as I lie down in the sun, shoulda used suncreen but my burned skin screams and my broken dreams teem around the edges of a vessel losing steam, engines down and shields almost depleted, if this is Star Trek than I’m a red shirt being yeeted, if it’s a contest I’m this close to defeated, a few feet more and I’m off the shore, swept away in the ocean and no potion can stop this downward motion more than gravity seized by the sea I see no light to swim toward so I get floored, and at the bottom I grab a shovel and start to dig, maybe if I lean in to my demise I’ll be able to fantasize that this was a choice, that I have a voice, that I’m more than another skeleton swallowed by time in the end, I got the bends I sank too fast and even if I try to rise again the nitrogen will do me in, so why the hell should I even try when I could just lie here lying to myself, another bottle off the shelf another twisted elf helping me help myself abandon wealth and fall into deprivation, depraved agitation with no sanitation, ***** not clean nice and mean like mice and men I’ve gone awfully awry and I’m not shy enough to hide my shame so in these words I confide, some part of me awake for the ride while the rest sleeps in the tide, hoping the waves take me home, soma holiday the only way I’ll feel okay, my soma and germ both squirm with the ancestral trauma I spurned until it churned into a calamity inside of me that consumes me in gloom and doom until there is no room to do anything else but retreat back to the waiting room womb. I typed that in one breath but still death would not save me from myself, this is not a cry for help this is more like a review on yelp, my life review is five out of five in the shine and naught out of who cares when the rain lays me bare, and cold and alone my flashlight shone on white bone and rotting flesh, death so everpresent it’s like christmas every day oh yay I hope my sarcasm forces a giggle from a lip so that this eclipse lifts for the briefest second, a glimpse at the life I could have had but somehow missed, the mist covers my eyes, first second and third, and the bird’s eye view tells me I’m ******* but when I look from the floor, well that view ***** more, so I guess ******* less would mean success, but the report card is hard to care about when I carted out my art so long ago, I started out with eyes on the throne now I’d **** to throw myself a bone and feel like there was a hope I could atone or find a road to home. Tones bring me joy, music from the noise, something I wish I could make but I feel deaf and dumb when I try so I numb myself with wine until I’m fine to eat off the vine that others planted, feeling like a waste of space I wish I could face my fears, face to the mirror without my eyes wide shut, but the feeling in my gut is like a rifle **** slammed by a soldier, the pain surges and smolders, aching shoulders make it hard to stand straight, grated down like cheddar I used to be better than this now I’m a sweater poorly knit, a useless *** and a hub of useless code that would erode the minds of better men if they let my poison seep in, so I keep myself at a distance, I witness, hide my mental fitness and put on airs to win the princess. I’m sorry I stole your heart you should have never let it part from your chest because now I confess I come off like the best but I am cursed to sometimes be the worst, an endless thirst I cannot slake, relentless life I cannot take, smiles I no longer fake because the weight finally ground me down to nothing in the end, nothingness my final gift to lend I guess I’ll just make space until I finally find erasure, the sweet bliss of death’s kiss will launch me to the next great adventure, returned to sender, smart like Ender my heart was rendered fully now it’s rended dully, blunt knives hack apart ventricles that used to start a beat that moved my feet, but now like lead I feel less alive than dead, and hope for resurrection is my only real direction. Someone give me sign. Help me climb. Remove my blinds. Remind me of the path to the divine.

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Mar 15, 2025

Mar 15, 2025 at 9:19 PM UTC

AHHHHHHH

I got so many feelings they leave me reeling, stealing second after second because I’m the first to leave and the last to go, too guarded to believe and too frozen to flow. Words cut into thirds and still too long to belong but too short to be strong, I’m not tough I’m all bluff and all guff I know stuff but not enough Hands cuffed and shoes scuffed I’m too rough easily rebuffed and left puffed I hope one day I find a way to be alone and okay but for now my skies are gray even on sunny days and like the waves I know I’ll eternally return but for now I burn, endless fire and pain a pyre without rain burning forever, chains I cannot sever no matter how clever I spit my wit aint **** in the big mitt. Held in the hands of the One but no lifeline comes so I feel like I’m being burned in the sun, taxed like earned income, vexed like an anti-vaxxer with a sneezing son, fried by having too much fun and lied to by myself as I lie down in the sun, shoulda used suncreen but my burned skin screams and my broken dreams teem around the edges of a vessel losing steam, engines down and shields almost depleted, if this is Star Trek than I’m a red shirt being yeeted, if it’s a contest I’m this close to defeated, a few feet more and I’m off the shore, swept away in the ocean and no potion can stop this downward motion more than gravity seized by the sea I see no light to swim toward so I get floored, and at the bottom I grab a shovel and start to dig, maybe if I lean in to my demise I’ll be able to fantasize that this was a choice, that I have a voice, that I’m more than another skeleton swallowed by time in the end, I got the bends I sank too fast and even if I try to rise again the nitrogen will do me in, so why the hell should I even try when I could just lie here lying to myself, another bottle off the shelf another twisted elf helping me help myself abandon wealth and fall into deprivation, depraved agitation with no sanitation, ***** not clean nice and mean like mice and men I’ve gone awfully awry and I’m not shy enough to hide my shame so in these words I confide, some part of me awake for the ride while the rest sleeps in the tide, hoping the waves take me home, soma holiday the only way I’ll feel okay, my soma and germ both squirm with the ancestral trauma I spurned until it churned into a calamity inside of me that consumes me in gloom and doom until there is no room to do anything else but retreat back to the waiting room womb. I typed that in one breath but still death would not save me from myself, this is not a cry for help this is more like a review on yelp, my life review is five out of five in the shine and naught out of who cares when the rain lays me bare, and cold and alone my flashlight shone on white bone and rotting flesh, death so everpresent it’s like christmas every day oh yay I hope my sarcasm forces a giggle from a lip so that this eclipse lifts for the briefest second, a glimpse at the life I could have had but somehow missed, the mist covers my eyes, first second and third, and the bird’s eye view tells me I’m ******* but when I look from the floor, well that view ***** more, so I guess ******* less would mean success, but the report card is hard to care about when I carted out my art so long ago, I started out with eyes on the throne now I’d **** to throw myself a bone and feel like there was a hope I could atone or find a road to home. Tones bring me joy, music from the noise, something I wish I could make but I feel deaf and dumb when I try so I numb myself with wine until I’m fine to eat off the vine that others planted, feeling like a waste of space I wish I could face my fears, face to the mirror without my eyes wide shut, but the feeling in my gut is like a rifle **** slammed by a soldier, the pain surges and smolders, aching shoulders make it hard to stand straight, grated down like cheddar I used to be better than this now I’m a sweater poorly knit, a useless *** and a hub of useless code that would erode the minds of better men if they let my poison seep in, so I keep myself at a distance, I witness, hide my mental fitness and put on airs to win the princess. I’m sorry I stole your heart you should have never let it part from your chest because now I confess I come off like the best but I am cursed to sometimes be the worst, an endless thirst I cannot slake, relentless life I cannot take, smiles I no longer fake because the weight finally ground me down to nothing in the end, nothingness my final gift to lend I guess I’ll just make space until I finally find erasure, the sweet bliss of death’s kiss will launch me to the next great adventure, returned to sender, smart like Ender my heart was rendered fully now it’s rended dully, blunt knives hack apart ventricles that used to start a beat that moved my feet, but now like lead I feel less alive than dead, and hope for resurrection is my only real direction. Someone give me sign. Help me climb. Remove my blinds. Remind me of the path to the divine.

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Burning Bridges Why does one burn bridges? A tactful retreat might include warding off pursuers But in a quarrel among friends Why burn the bridge? Time may turn enemy to friend in the end So why would you break instead of bend A tender heart rendered difficult to tend Defended by barbs, but unable to mend — — — — — — — — — — — This poem came to me in a conflict with a friend, and for me highlighted how important it is to keep the long-term view in mind no matter how activated we are or how immediate and urgent the conflict may seem. No interaction happens in a vacuum, and every situation can be thought of as part of an infinite game that we will likely return to at some point in time. When keeping the fullness of the view, our actions and words will better align with a skillful and centered approach. We may even come to the conclusion that in most circumstances, life is not about winning or losing, but about playing the most beautiful game.

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Mar 8, 2025

Mar 8, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC

Burning Bridges

Burning Bridges Why does one burn bridges? A tactful retreat might include warding off pursuers But in a quarrel among friends Why burn the bridge? Time may turn enemy to friend in the end So why would you break instead of bend A tender heart rendered difficult to tend Defended by barbs, but unable to mend — — — — — — — — — — — This poem came to me in a conflict with a friend, and for me highlighted how important it is to keep the long-term view in mind no matter how activated we are or how immediate and urgent the conflict may seem. No interaction happens in a vacuum, and every situation can be thought of as part of an infinite game that we will likely return to at some point in time. When keeping the fullness of the view, our actions and words will better align with a skillful and centered approach. We may even come to the conclusion that in most circumstances, life is not about winning or losing, but about playing the most beautiful game.

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Fluid, flowing, glowing Don’t disconnect, keep going Swimming through the water like a tribe of rainbow otters Reconnecting to the self I’ve been dissecting For year after year Fear after fear With tear after tear I am finally whole A role and sole rolling back into the fold Creating a story to be told Grateful to let this world unfold From grief to relief with no need for belief Instead, be a lead, slowly blowing in the breeze Finally flowing free with ease Less disconnect, more disco Reconnected, I can let go Resurrected, I can now grow

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Dec 10, 2024

Dec 10, 2024 at 9:32 AM UTC

Integration

Fluid, flowing, glowing Don’t disconnect, keep going Swimming through the water like a tribe of rainbow otters Reconnecting to the self I’ve been dissecting For year after year Fear after fear With tear after tear I am finally whole A role and sole rolling back into the fold Creating a story to be told Grateful to let this world unfold From grief to relief with no need for belief Instead, be a lead, slowly blowing in the breeze Finally flowing free with ease Less disconnect, more disco Reconnected, I can let go Resurrected, I can now grow

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Looking down From such great heights My soul grows wings Finally taking flight I am small in the largest ways I am the sun and all its rays Life is a fragile, fleeting haze Until it is seen with the sun’s clear gaze Grief and gratitude stretch me large Ego surrenders, no longer in charge I wake, and I break, and in shattering, I slake The endless thirst, the hunger that takes I finally find peace, a break, a cease To the fire, and find a sweet release

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Nov 19, 2024

Nov 19, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC

Such Great Heights

Looking down From such great heights My soul grows wings Finally taking flight I am small in the largest ways I am the sun and all its rays Life is a fragile, fleeting haze Until it is seen with the sun’s clear gaze Grief and gratitude stretch me large Ego surrenders, no longer in charge I wake, and I break, and in shattering, I slake The endless thirst, the hunger that takes I finally find peace, a break, a cease To the fire, and find a sweet release

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Dear Mother, AKA Mom Please show me Show you know me Show me what I need to see If not need, perhaps want And if you can’t, you can punt Show me what you like Find joy from within I will gladly share with you I will gladly dive in I wish you saw The beauty I see In every falling leaf From every changing tree Maybe you did You just got stuck somewhere Because life is not fair And you had so much pain to bear I wanted you to see That bare of heart means free More than it hurts It lets you finally be Just be No need for doing A clear lens Free from constant skewing I love you more Than I could ever show You had a true shine An unbelievable glow I hope you are out there Show me Wonders great and small If you give me the chance I swear I will always take your call Love, Derrick

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Nov 13, 2024

Nov 13, 2024 at 7:41 AM UTC

Show Me

Dear Mother, AKA Mom Please show me Show you know me Show me what I need to see If not need, perhaps want And if you can’t, you can punt Show me what you like Find joy from within I will gladly share with you I will gladly dive in I wish you saw The beauty I see In every falling leaf From every changing tree Maybe you did You just got stuck somewhere Because life is not fair And you had so much pain to bear I wanted you to see That bare of heart means free More than it hurts It lets you finally be Just be No need for doing A clear lens Free from constant skewing I love you more Than I could ever show You had a true shine An unbelievable glow I hope you are out there Show me Wonders great and small If you give me the chance I swear I will always take your call Love, Derrick

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Touch I want it so much Electric Ecstatic Attachment automatic As soon as it begins My head, it swirls, it swims Intimacy together Attached not tethered A hand to hold A leg to touch A hug, a kiss I long so much The soma The body My Nadis, not naughty It’s healthy, not snotty Even if she a shawty We are social creatures Not a bug, it’s a feature I’m not a leech or a lecher Touch is holy; I’m a preacher A reacher Let me lead her On a path under the bleachers A gentle caress More, not less I must confess I want to undress You from that sundress That is unless It causes duress Because at the end of the day, I just want to play To dance, to sway To lay in golden glimpses of ego eclipses To live on the edge of ellipsis... If our lips touch then I may combust A price worth paying for your trust To let me in, to let me hold you Is more special than I ever told you

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Nov 5, 2024

Nov 5, 2024 at 9:17 AM UTC

Touch

Touch I want it so much Electric Ecstatic Attachment automatic As soon as it begins My head, it swirls, it swims Intimacy together Attached not tethered A hand to hold A leg to touch A hug, a kiss I long so much The soma The body My Nadis, not naughty It’s healthy, not snotty Even if she a shawty We are social creatures Not a bug, it’s a feature I’m not a leech or a lecher Touch is holy; I’m a preacher A reacher Let me lead her On a path under the bleachers A gentle caress More, not less I must confess I want to undress You from that sundress That is unless It causes duress Because at the end of the day, I just want to play To dance, to sway To lay in golden glimpses of ego eclipses To live on the edge of ellipsis... If our lips touch then I may combust A price worth paying for your trust To let me in, to let me hold you Is more special than I ever told you

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I enter into the world like a spinning leaf You feel me, you sense me, I require no belief I am the wind blowing through the trees I am the laughter spilling forth with ease I am the heartbreak that brings you to your knees I am the sweet, salty call to the seas I am the power in your hands I am the weight of life’s demands I am the shifting, spilling sands I am the falling star that never lands I know not what it takes for endless thirst to slake Forever hungry for another bite to take Yet, if you can find the means for meaning to make You may one day find yourself awake

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 8:17 AM UTC

Spinning Leaf

I enter into the world like a spinning leaf You feel me, you sense me, I require no belief I am the wind blowing through the trees I am the laughter spilling forth with ease I am the heartbreak that brings you to your knees I am the sweet, salty call to the seas I am the power in your hands I am the weight of life’s demands I am the shifting, spilling sands I am the falling star that never lands I know not what it takes for endless thirst to slake Forever hungry for another bite to take Yet, if you can find the means for meaning to make You may one day find yourself awake

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I never felt ok I never felt not ok I found a way I swam backwards, against the grain and granted my pain the grace to keep me sane while feeling so outside my brain that novocaine and Kurt Cobaine could barely find the vein of comfortably numb I need to stay inside my lane Like Bane I was born in the dark and somehow I found a spark, the light at the end of the tunnel if the tunnel was more like a pit It’s amazing how much perspective matters when you’re inside of it The gravity overwhelms me when I’m at the helm, but sometimes I can get my feet in the air and my head on the ground and vertical seems a little more horizontal this time around Perhaps that’s the trick A trick of the light A way to finally fight A way to come undone from holding so **** tight Let loose but still in boundaries, that’s what I always had to do because true freedom confounds me I don’t know what to do when I feel so blue that even pure O2 couldn’t bring back a normal hue Suffocating and ice skating cold as ice maybe that’s why 11 minutes won’t suffice, I’m the ice man with my ice plan maybe a cold bath will clean the blood from my hands I can’t stand a headstand ‘cause the feeling of being free has always escaped me, locked in the trunk like Stan, and surrender sounds so sweet until I feel the pain that hides behind the sweet release How much pain have I endured and how many people have I cured without ever helping myself Too many to be sure Healer heal thyself but I’m the biggest hypocrite on the shelf Mental health or mental wealth I never know I just show myself the way of zen and keep on diving in Sometimes it’s healing that sends me reeling, sometimes it’s joy that transcends feeling Keeling over from either I choose neither, I want to be numb but something inside me tells me that’s dumb, don’t succumb, don’t just *** but be the sum of all the pain and like the rain fall back to earth find rebirth and recycle through the trees and the clouds no longer shrouds but part of being pure bright seeing without fleeing perfect being without me-ing am I leaping to conclusions or transcending my delusions I don’t know I’m just here spitting typing fire words for myself in thirds Me myself and I I always wonder why Myself and Me can’t get on the same team but who is the wonderer when my attention wanders One under the other I discover it’s a self collapsing doll, turtles all the way down after all Stop and stall when I will but I still find a thrill from the jagged little pill of self-knowledge that I hate to acknowledge I get to the ledge and say no way, not today, I can’t take the leap I’m too afraid That’s why I stayed, alone in the dark for so long Trapped in the pit of my despair No one there Maybe they were but I didn’t let them in I didn’t let them see my sin I sent them away and prayed that someone without judgment might one day help me see the gray I don’t know how else to convey that this black and white mentality is insanity and calamity and the only thing that ever made sense to me I want to change, I want to be the man that I sometimes can see But sometimes he is blurry for the tears Blurrier still for all my fears Blurrier yet again for all the years So many that I let slip by and now I finally find the strength to try To be the light at the end of the tunnel, the top of the pit To be the hole and the funnel, gas finally lit An explosion that propels me onward and upward I am not throwing away my shot I will not run away and hide Finding a reason for these tears I’ve cried Pit or tunnel, I’m no longer inside One final thought for me to confide: Aiming toward the sky is the best thing that I’ve ever tried

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May 5, 2023

May 5, 2023 at 9:01 AM UTC

I Never Felt OK

I never felt ok I never felt not ok I found a way I swam backwards, against the grain and granted my pain the grace to keep me sane while feeling so outside my brain that novocaine and Kurt Cobaine could barely find the vein of comfortably numb I need to stay inside my lane Like Bane I was born in the dark and somehow I found a spark, the light at the end of the tunnel if the tunnel was more like a pit It’s amazing how much perspective matters when you’re inside of it The gravity overwhelms me when I’m at the helm, but sometimes I can get my feet in the air and my head on the ground and vertical seems a little more horizontal this time around Perhaps that’s the trick A trick of the light A way to finally fight A way to come undone from holding so **** tight Let loose but still in boundaries, that’s what I always had to do because true freedom confounds me I don’t know what to do when I feel so blue that even pure O2 couldn’t bring back a normal hue Suffocating and ice skating cold as ice maybe that’s why 11 minutes won’t suffice, I’m the ice man with my ice plan maybe a cold bath will clean the blood from my hands I can’t stand a headstand ‘cause the feeling of being free has always escaped me, locked in the trunk like Stan, and surrender sounds so sweet until I feel the pain that hides behind the sweet release How much pain have I endured and how many people have I cured without ever helping myself Too many to be sure Healer heal thyself but I’m the biggest hypocrite on the shelf Mental health or mental wealth I never know I just show myself the way of zen and keep on diving in Sometimes it’s healing that sends me reeling, sometimes it’s joy that transcends feeling Keeling over from either I choose neither, I want to be numb but something inside me tells me that’s dumb, don’t succumb, don’t just *** but be the sum of all the pain and like the rain fall back to earth find rebirth and recycle through the trees and the clouds no longer shrouds but part of being pure bright seeing without fleeing perfect being without me-ing am I leaping to conclusions or transcending my delusions I don’t know I’m just here spitting typing fire words for myself in thirds Me myself and I I always wonder why Myself and Me can’t get on the same team but who is the wonderer when my attention wanders One under the other I discover it’s a self collapsing doll, turtles all the way down after all Stop and stall when I will but I still find a thrill from the jagged little pill of self-knowledge that I hate to acknowledge I get to the ledge and say no way, not today, I can’t take the leap I’m too afraid That’s why I stayed, alone in the dark for so long Trapped in the pit of my despair No one there Maybe they were but I didn’t let them in I didn’t let them see my sin I sent them away and prayed that someone without judgment might one day help me see the gray I don’t know how else to convey that this black and white mentality is insanity and calamity and the only thing that ever made sense to me I want to change, I want to be the man that I sometimes can see But sometimes he is blurry for the tears Blurrier still for all my fears Blurrier yet again for all the years So many that I let slip by and now I finally find the strength to try To be the light at the end of the tunnel, the top of the pit To be the hole and the funnel, gas finally lit An explosion that propels me onward and upward I am not throwing away my shot I will not run away and hide Finding a reason for these tears I’ve cried Pit or tunnel, I’m no longer inside One final thought for me to confide: Aiming toward the sky is the best thing that I’ve ever tried

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The mystic missed the mist For he was focused on the most The waterfall, the all, the awe No longer just the grist, the gist He was the mill, the real, the wheel No longer knowing, he could fully feel Past the taste, the snack, and to the meal So freely given he could not hope to steal

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Apr 8, 2021

Apr 8, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC

The Mystic's Meal

The mystic missed the mist For he was focused on the most The waterfall, the all, the awe No longer just the grist, the gist He was the mill, the real, the wheel No longer knowing, he could fully feel Past the taste, the snack, and to the meal So freely given he could not hope to steal

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