solitary; away from the machinations of Man
but ultimately joined at the hip

wearing flip flops for freedom
through ice and snow
toes are singers of poetic songs
when set loose to feel the Earth

often finding oneself having wandered
- far away from the present moment
found by need to come back to
deal with the demands of 'now'
a construct of multi-faceted experiences
-sources going back and beyond the Big Bang
and catapulted into eternities hidden secrets.

Many things going on around you.
Clothes hang on chairs, littered
Like valves of the heart hang
By cords in diastole
Waiting for blood
What do you care about?

I have too many clothes.

Live long
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