So, you know,
just how far some thoughts go, sown
I use scents and potions, and write,
and maintain basic,
rudimentary sanitation, orderly mindstate;
but that is not so I can say so, no,
I do not know why it is, but on the streets,
I blend in,
I belong right.
--- in any city I appear the ***
Not here, indeed, a breeze asks no entrance,
I hear my grandson,
next for puberty, in this life,
whistling, not tunefully, but casually,
hearing himself whistle bits of someday songs,
as he does his Saturday screen free time.
Aug 19, 2023
Aug 19, 2023 at 4:02 PM UTC
So, you know,
just how far some thoughts go, sown
I use scents and potions, and write,
and maintain basic,
rudimentary sanitation, orderly mindstate;
but that is not so I can say so, no,
I do not know why it is, but on the streets,
I blend in,
I belong right.
--- in any city I appear the ***
Not here, indeed, a breeze asks no entrance,
I hear my grandson,
next for puberty, in this life,
whistling, not tunefully, but casually,
hearing himself whistle bits of someday songs,
as he does his Saturday screen free time.
A bit of my Saturday, for general baseline - what I aimed at, to what I got.
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