The greatest enemy of any one of our truths may be the rest of our truths.

The journey is much more important than the destination. We have been floating alone.

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Traveling, trailing, tracking — triumphantly.

this ferris fucking wheel

of energies.

The ride that ends not,

a railway of no terminal,

Poetry giving refreshed lungs

to the bare, burnt trunks

of the tree of life.

Pottery forming love

between the forgotten fingers

of these harsh hands.

We waited whale years to exhale once more,

Now I breathe again.

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My garden blossoms and blooms wild,

with unplanted developments sprouting summerly

every autumn.

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