It's almost tragic that I've learned these patterns.
Skip,
Hop,
Slide,
Spin.
Unfamiliar movements that I now do with my eyes closed.
Old ways, come back.
So I can rest assure that I'll be back after my mind's closed.
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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...
