((((Are you lying))))
((((sick on some))))
((((hospital bed-))))
or in prison,
an alcoholic,
drug addict,
isolated in
some forgotten
wilderness, on
an oil rig, in
a submarine---
under the polar
cap, even an
astronaut en
route wherever?
So, for whatever
reason be your
solitude, I am
taking this
opportunity, this
platform, to wish
you and of course
all at Hello Poetry,
a moment to reflect.
Good wishes, health,
freedom, food, shelter, equality, acceptance))))))))))))
dreams, aspirations, peace, an access to knowledge)))
by way of uncensored writers who live in terror just to))))
ensure that you don't need to believe in Santa Claus)))
in order to have all of what is in this stocking)))))))))))
Refined flour produces
censored bread, dough
without the husk is a
rising of reticence!