think of what you'll write
in one thousand years
think of the unbearable art
in the urge to create I stumble
before I hit the ground
I make Falling art
but now I'm old
and Falling hurts
more than it did
Monday, May 4, 2020
Thursday, March 12, 2020
remote
it's okay
i work
better from home
i've seen the sea
on both sides
had my feet in 'em
dreamt up friends
who then came
and gave me love
if you crouch
the wind passes over
because you are not there
to resist as smoke curls,
streams, and pirouettes
i work
better from home
i've seen the sea
on both sides
had my feet in 'em
dreamt up friends
who then came
and gave me love
if you crouch
the wind passes over
because you are not there
to resist as smoke curls,
streams, and pirouettes
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