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Scorekeeping and the Now Piece
from this place of armamentmy soul lay to waste withering between alive and dead locked in a straitjacket of integrity
Exhaust (a spiral dance)
when hungry whispers collideclamoring for definition their call for clear intention feels like a taunt, and with a desperate bid for order honesty muddies into manipulation a well-seasoned skill underscores that there is yet an "I" who can not be trusted.
The Good Life
You called to mewith that beautiful song, and I declined: too busy, too achy, too me.
The Reminder-ers
...twinkling perforations dazzle a dark summer sky tinkering with perceptual reality niggling at complacent tendencies oh, mischievous Reminder Beings