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Been having deep dreams lately, fears and such.

the neighbor's quiet, sweet cows shared an afternoon's inspiration with me...

What happened the day your little wet gills fused into skin and you became less ethereal, more bound by a body? You only shivered with the busi..

I am shaded and safe, here under my many-colored canopy of gently turning leaves and low slung branches. The living arms outstretched and bent lo..

It’s the lonely night of the soul. Those quiet sagging hours in the middle, when dark is darkest, and if you can’t sleep, yours are th..

My enemy looks just like me. Funny, thought I’ve seen you around before. You have the same slow burning fears and desperate hold onto noth..

What shapes we make, we pilgrims of chance! How we carve out the world, and leave each other stunned, with new fissures in our hearts. A c..

We believe we are only these bodies. Butthey bleed or are already broken. We need the bad news to realize that we were safe once. Is it too mu..

There is a red sun burning behind my eyes. A place of resistance to my blinking open to see the world’s colors turning strange around me...

I'm supposed to feel connected, while I glide along in my sterile space pod, somehow alike with the others who amass and dwell within this beati..