Late night, nearly morning. The rythem of the 30Days/30Poems has taken over my soul. Up late, making connectings via Ecademy. Registering 30 Dayswebsite: the usual big plans. So many times, the big plans have crashed down. Down with the night face up on the bipolar moon. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in the pain of the crash, then the pain of all the people who have crashed across time. Breathe the healing sunlit honey-colored rain. Breathe in, breathe out.
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