Doors are opening.
A common phrase that I venture about each day.
Into a new old moment where I reflect on the younger me.
A cordial conversation.
Doors are closing. -Me
Fuck you,
fuck your thoughts,
and fuck what you're about to say. -Younger Me
Fuck me?
How about fuck you.
Knowing my thoughts have already done so,
and oh god how could I forget, you already fucked
you too. -Me
That's code for we're both fucked if we don't get it together, together.
Doors are opening.
In the mix of travelers he was gone.
Or maybe he stayed, and ventured about that phrase.
Doors are closing.
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Beyond
PoetryThoughts and ideas that go beyond the norm. Words that together sum questions and answers to what we see each day. Beyond what we question and imagine. Through the works of poetry collaboratively an expression of what I imagine beyond what I truly s...
