This one came from nowhere, though I did use a prompt to get my brain in gear. I just wasn't up to doing an exercise tonight. x_x Tomorrow will be very stressful for me, I expect. A part of me just wants to get it over with.
Round Nine
today I--
but I do love--
at night we fold
and fold again
and unfold
but
today I cried in the garden for no reason at all.
the out-blasted veins run all over-out
streaked down and up the wall and patio
the earth-bleached sun and bones of plants
up-dried dead toad under foot
and some piece of garden sculpture (so ridiculous)
he oversteps yellow grass and open-presses seed pods
and shoulder-over he looks--
following I cry in.
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How Disturbing.
It's a Gaia Journal. You know the drill. Stuff you don't care about, written by someone you don't know. :0
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Hedjrebl
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In my next life,
I want to be me,
and meet you again.