To be clear, this is as foretold.
-a tedious mess upon a large deck overlooking a dark swamp.
Fill your cup with its muck and drink deep.
Perceptions are ever-changing, strangling what is and replacing what will be.
Face it or hide in delusions.
It will not stop intrusions upon you or them.
There is no hiding this.
Help them remove their heads from the sand.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
