Gone
I have a secretPlace where I can hide and write.There I find myself.
Choices
“Coffee, tea, or me?”What the fucking rant is that?You—and nothing else!
Soul Quakes
I have watched Death passOver me much too confusedI was not the one.
Pulse
Time is slowing downEven as I here now write.Zen is compression.
The Whisper
Science screams the truth.I accept that, then wonder:What still lies beyond.
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