NEW WORK

I was sitting in the Corona Virus surrounded by infection and I had a glass of Lipton Tea that was worth it’s weight in wheat. I had the conundrum of a million moons that were all coming at me to soon. Lately I had been feeling older. I had been feeling like I was of age that age the age you attain when you lived before. I was before before galactic shelack clack like I was a star attack and the world was rap a riddle inside this fiber glass reality that is chaotic conformity. I was leotard juice.

It was something of a dervish, I was whirling, a way to find the place we we were working. I had a place in my soul that was working I was girking. Took to writing skirmishes letting the world have it’s world. I was grotto von totto lotto winner extradorinaire. We had our sacred stare in our eyes. I was firefly. It was an extended poem I was ratterfy. In so much as there was a wanton moment to experience I was crafting a beautiful healing in my head space they took so much from me the people we can’t see.

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