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Why spend all your time laboring over labor? Slaving away in your dark mind you forget you were once like the plover, spanning continents in patterns undefined. What happened to that flight? You took cover in a warm, sticky place, … Continue reading

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The stack of paper eternally grips my entire neck as I revise papers and I decline as my spirit tapers while beeswax falls as each candle drips on the bottle it is in. Purple strips of wax stretch themselves like … Continue reading

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An open mind is what the body seeks. Embodied wisdom is the truest form of life in nature’s panoramic swarm full of living things. My skin sweats and leaks as I jog around the track. My mind streaks back to … Continue reading

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A bright water ring on a black ash sky, stained gray by the twilight and streaked by cloud, guides me as I move away from the crowd which might make me suffer or make me die. The air is moist, … Continue reading

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The smell of sweat that pours from every pore, detoxifying flesh subject to work, a brief escape from life where guidelines lurk in every shadow and at every door. New England was my home for years before New Jersey, where … Continue reading

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The days pass by like daggers in the breeze while nights sink low into the muddy ground caressed by deer that stalk without a sound at dawn to eat the leaves that hang from trees. The sidewalks look yellow and … Continue reading

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I want to live a timeless existence. This life of time will kill my sense of self. If not my my mind will mutilate itself: suicide of a heart shorn of patience. I’m serious. I’ve lost my sense of sense … Continue reading

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