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In some ways
We are all sincerely
Insincere
Trying to be
Just to be

Selfishly selfless
In some ways
Not knowing
Where it goes
Trying to be
Just to be

Wearing a facade
Trying to shed
To breathe, to calm the nerves,
frayed, at ease
Trying to be
Just to be

Just like a thought
Accidentally lost
The words erased
Trying to change the font
All Lost
While writing a poem to post, I lost my thought and the words(Accidentally erased), I tried remembering, but I am not sure if it’s the same, so I am just posting what I have.
I woke early and walked
as if by advancing
with my back to the sun
I might outpace
what was to come.

As if my futures may
for a while, be kept at bay
As if I might yet sojourn this day
and elude the shadows
of what was to come

I walked until today was spent
and empty-handed,
I entered my advent
Went for a early walk this morning
Zywa 3d
Dive into this sea
rustle just like me!
Fumy foamy me
sloshing surging we
jingle jangle jee
fringle frangle free!

Flipper flopper flee
widdle waddle wee
sweeter tweeter tea
swopper sweeper ***
dive into this sea
rustle just like me!
For Narumi LA, on her birth on April 9th, 2021

Collection "WoofWoof"
i poured half a grand
down the sink,
watched the bottles bleed
their amber and ruby
in the drain.
a sacrifice —
a promise
after a thousand lies
dressed in shame.

my world hears detox:
lemon water,
fizzy drinks.
not my veins
beating to break free,
clawing closer
to a single drop.

my husband says
i’m not what i think i am —
because i can stop.

as if stopping
wasn’t a war every night,
prayers whispered to a god
i’m yet to find.

but there’s a circle
where i can admit:
hi.
i’m an alcoholic.

in the half-light
their voices don’t press me
for whys,
or ask when i slip.
they don’t judge
when i wake again
struggling to hold
my coffee,
hands shaking.

i swore not to give it
any more room.
but i still speak of it,
and carry its shadow
to my secret crowd.

no one should be alone
when entering the fight.
this one is about the fight i write about, but never speak of.
Zywa 3d
People in wet coats

are avoiding the puddles --


but I just jump in!
Collection "WoofWoof"
I think I love you like….a cat that plays with string
Or a dog that hides its bone in the backyard by the swing
I think I love you like…. a small mouse with it’s cheese
Or a bear that needs a hug, just hoping it don’t squeeze
I think I love you like…. a falcon with its prey
Watching night turn into day
While watching the sun rise by the bay
I think I love you like…. a squirrel in its tree
Or what honey’s like for bees
Or things that come in threes
And things that come with ease
In any way you please
I think I love you
Zywa 3d
Blessings rest upon

the great king, the eternal --


flame burns night and day.
Leviticus 6:12, and: the Vestal Virgins

Book "Die Zukunft der Wahrheit" ("The future of truth", 2024, Werner Herzog), chapter Numa Pompilius (king from 716 to 673 BC)

Collection "Held/True"
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