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 Mar 2019
zebra
I distance myself from me
away I move a million miles
beyond the homicidal floor of self
and its narrow dead sticky
fly paper walls

away from chatter castrati
and miraculous mirrors
away from vanity and horror
and the voices of shadow

I distance myself from me
I step from lunary worlds and big blue marble

and I have only
myself
a river of breaths
like transparent shaped hands
dominion of air
in a cage of bones
all petty fetters
 Mar 2019
ryn
.
What he didn’t say
with voice,
he spoke clearly
with tears
that never left

his eyes.


.
 Mar 2019
leeaaun
There are feelings,
I haven't
discovered yet.
My soul needs time
to come across
them.
 Mar 2019
leeaaun
They only knew
my noises.
You know
my
Silence.
You say
life is
meaningless

I say
that’s the only way
you can give it your own
purpose
 Mar 2019
Traveler
Such deviated courses
This poetic passion seeks
Driven by forces
From nature to beast
Tempered and nurtured
From unleavened to yeast
Bought and then sold
Judas to Priest

To and fro
The heart we know
Off the beaten path  
With soul in toll
Fro and to
Right and then left
Any which way
More or less...

When we finally find
Our fostered ways
It's always prime time
For another maze...
Traveler Tim
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