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 Feb 18 Nigdaw
Whit Howland
A blast of the whistle
and a slide down the dinosaur

it's quitting time

for life to  begin
again
A childish word painting/poem
 Feb 7 Nigdaw
Max Neumann
I burnt money
After escaping the valley
To scream at a fire
To scream at the flames

Down in the valley a few heard me
I was standing too far away
I heard the ones hearing me sighing
Clearly I heard them sighing

That was it
I screamed cause I wanted to listen
So I didn't hear anything
The fire was blazing fiercely

Flames were dancing up on me
I didn't sense the heat
I was taken in by my screaming
Screams occupied my spirit

Hmmh
Tired of screaming I fell asleep
In the valley mothers were singing
Orange lights glowing warmly

Chant whirred in the night
I slept deeply
The voices soaked into my body
That was good

The next morning I was cold
The fire had burnt to ashes
Wind carried the ash to the valley
The money was gone

I didn't want to scream anymore
I gave up screaming
A new day began in the valley
Mothers hauling children
Screams
 Feb 7 Nigdaw
Man
Gouge Away
 Feb 7 Nigdaw
Man
I wounded myself
With what cuts you
To see if you would notice, that
You're not alone.
To see the world through your view, that
I might better understand you,
I lost myself
To see how to make it
Back onto the path.
What I saw;
No person was too far gone
That made love their epitaph.
Only when writing
do you become ageless
Communing with eternity
— transcending time

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
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