these invented quandaries
don’t see my position
those algorithms
with eyes closed
put you only parallel
to the truth
and tomorrow the sadness
will be too gentle
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore,...
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