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The sun~poem also rises every evening… *A.P.U (as per usual): this testimony~phrase tilts me sideways, to relieve the condition, needy to be righted one must expel the belly kicking seedling, looking to be outed as a full fledged tree, a poem planted, a gatherer of insects, giving shade, perhaps shedding fruit the sun bids adieu, self~same~centrifuge of our solar system, is indeed alway rising somewhere, though the light of our naked eyes weak, incapable of trajectory bending, to follow its course’s curvature, nonetheless, we know it but struggle to believe just as we struggle to complete, compare, and compose replanted words in your heart, words that trigger, are the notions inherent, of a center, rarely eclipsed, that never ceases to offer up nouveau hope in each of the days, a placenta to fret you blood and oxygen, once purposed, discarded into darkness,* b u t **the words rise again, offering what you seek, diurnally, need, to find within them, for my child, is now our child**…
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May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
The sun~poem also rises every evening
The sun~poem also rises every evening… *A.P.U (as per usual): this testimony~phrase tilts me sideways, to relieve the condition, needy to be righted one must expel the belly kicking seedling, looking to be outed as a full fledged tree, a poem planted, a gatherer of insects, giving shade, perhaps shedding fruit the sun bids adieu, self~same~centrifuge of our solar system, is indeed alway rising somewhere, though the light of our naked eyes weak, incapable of trajectory bending, to follow its course’s curvature, nonetheless, we know it but struggle to believe just as we struggle to complete, compare, and compose replanted words in your heart, words that trigger, are the notions inherent, of a center, rarely eclipsed, that never ceases to offer up nouveau hope in each of the days, a placenta to fret you blood and oxygen, once purposed, discarded into darkness,* b u t **the words rise again, offering what you seek, diurnally, need, to find within them, for my child, is now our child**…
7:47AM Sun May 12 Avenue of York
nat-lipstadt
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
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