or the ones I pass along to you
that may not speak to you
but only to me
in a way I can never explain
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or the ones I pass along to you
that may not speak to you
but only to me
in a way I can never explain
Wishing to transform
as I turn away once more
I become nothing
Warm forest at noon:
insects and sunlight both
on decaying leaves
I feel powerful right now. I feel free.
I read about the lengths people go in fear of their imaginary deities, and I feel empowered by the fact that I only have my own mind and judgement to deal with, not some random individual or character from many centuries ago.
What rots me from the inside out
is an ocean tide on the shoreline of my love
with harsh waves that sting with brine
and undercurrents hidden below
that have drowned so many
As many times before
the dread that plagues this gray
has receded again
and the night descends over me with calm
July 22, 2026
Sunlight drifts through leaves
as if to kiss the dead fox
with a father’s love