Take a skinny dip into the warm psyche. Have a dialog with the strung-out ego. Categorize a few mental meanderings. Enjoy some rhymes if you've got the time. Feel free to leave some confessions of your own.
Sunday, April 1, 2018
This is mine...this space is mine.
Last
from the desert
with dirt
under nails
heard
by the dust
and this
is where
I can say
that the moon
and fools
are all under
and when it swells
it is not
without
or within
but always
just
mine.
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