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Jun 2021
i)

i thought
i sought
to find

a mind
should be
here

somewhere..
no past-
no future-

perhaps
a
n

illusive
elimination
or imitation

even
or odd
but now

anyhow
ah, the
present

was *****..
where
to go?

what to
do
how to

think
how to
be

ego
hello?
dostoyevski

ii)

however
now
iยดm far

cleverer
than trevor!
or fyodor

for that matter
or antimatter
an anteater

ah, sausage in
batter..
hark

laughter
to the devil
a daughter

i ought not
to
feel so blue

her eyes
everywhere
do or dare

little nina
orbs shone
like the

sun
silence in
a bun

crossed
and eternal
falling

old and young
beautiful
lost

but round
tossed out
a window

landing on
my
***..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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