for Greene’s Biscuits
pre-holiday snow light
morning snap of air
defines our bodies & takes
connection into our lungs
kitchens are translations of unity
invitation of warmth
rises
stream across the nations
love shared
if i survive this i will likely forget the question
clouds from outrage factory change the weather what's an empath with a deaf left side stumbles in the junk drawer like a prism...
cannot remember the tune composed in rebuke to chaos theory where ocean moves like tears of begrieved charts on arcs & projections named...
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