For Sale
It’s rare to stumble across this:
Land left without a manicure,
Raw nature, standing untended
Or, at least, unchanged for a while,
Allowed to spread its arms and breathe,
To relax, far from the treadmill.
Behind the padlock on the gate,
A run-down, flaking, disused shed
Is masked by brambles, overgrown;
A rusty post clasped half-way up
By suffocating, unscythed grass.
...Saturday 18th February 2023 8:45 am
Illustrious Demiurge
Once in a blue moon and many light years ago,
Otherworldly starseeds began to incarnate,
and add to the menageries of the Milky Way's sacral space
in-between you and I: What a “sui generis”-jagged siamese
piece of a memory
with our other half
—filling us in—
on where we’ve been our whole life
So as to make known, any preconceived notion; shown in its true light, and meant to be…the des...
Tuesday 14th February 2023 3:38 pm
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