4d
tortured poet
I sometimes am,
when all thoughts
and motions once clammed,
convulses through me;
vibrations from a soul, man,
within.
when I notice
and lean in,
words spew out;
liberating me
from deep yearning.
I sometimes am,
when all thoughts
and motions once clammed,
convulses through me;
vibrations from a soul, man,
within.
when I notice
and lean in,
words spew out;
liberating me
from deep yearning.
Looking back over notes, thoughts, and one-liners that I have left myself and now, with space, and quiet, reflecting before the new year begins, on all my unformed promptings. Enjoy!
