Sometimes
A ship's wake, tree bark, the smell of mushrooms, and dreams.
...
Before you,
I was an empty outline
Made of skin,
Now,
...
How much do you bend and wane,
Change from you to you or
Stay the same?
The same mass of molecules, no.
...
I can't believe you're leaving me
Don't know why you have to go
Sun's falling down to the west of me
Moon's got that soft solemn glow
...
Dear Life
This flimsy sheet lies heavy on my skin.
Much laboured is
...
Art
What wakes you in the night
before the course of sleep is through?
...
Are you looking at me?
Are you looking at me?
Are you seeing me?
For who I am or what I am?
...
Rickety from this bed I rise;
Cataracts and fear fall from my eyes,
As I, now loose limbed, ease myself into the world.
Vistas of finite possibility unfurl
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