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"Sonnets from a Conversation with a friend XIII"

You theme you are the only one and crap A conscious turd excreting mindflex mobile Bone bag commercially impregnated With a semblance of life called existence Firmly pegged in this moments suffering Or relief of suffering called happiness By most swimmers in the we turbulent Through cause and calmed through cause to each their own Journey a needless needful thing of our Humanity etcetera moving So we must go no where or now here to Be the undiscovered country glowing Light forms solidifying matter forms Melting cyclic wonderment of what's this
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May 28, 2020
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