Waves framing an everlasting ocean
Tumbling bliss and turning light blue memories and wishes into dreams
In a spectacle it unfolded,

The sentiment of innocence marked by the white flower on my wrist,
A romance cut short.

Unlike the missing piece
on a puzzle;
an incomplete work of art,

the unfinished
written poem,
and the scribbles
along the walls.

A blank canvas
caught by the eye
could give
the greatest lesson
of them all...


Emptiness isn't worst
after all.

sufficiently scrubbing
simple soap
strips stealthy virus’s
slick, lipid skin—
surfactants sending
sabotaged virus
slip sliding sewer bound!



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