readings:
day four
People are having chainsaws of conversation
right around the
forest of me
and yet I still don’t loudly see
the sky falling in my view.
I (Introspective eye),
frequently want to be the place
on
the river of life where the lions
often come collectively to drink.
Behind every smile coming out of me,
I am a smirk to myself
as payback for what, I don’t know,
haunting me. Longing is a wakeup call I
(introspective eye), often honor.
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