If there was a real selfThat sure would be uhhh… ampleYikes – I got stung!Heck I got cancer –What a self – believes Emily Dickinson 19th cent., Kevin 21st cent.
If that is the worst, Or maybe there is worse Like those guys and gals in Dante’s Inferno. Wow I’m — convinced? Or maybe I should grieve E.D. 19th cent., Kevin 21sr cent.
So you want to do right You want to be — right In the midst of a crowd If the crowd all agrees We (the crowd) are not ever safe But have a short reprieve […]
Back to that bank account – there’s something written about it. Written in real gold and gems. Or not, because it is only people (patterns of interaction) that remain. Hafez original, Kevin 21st cent.
Poet! Artist! Musician and so on… Keep looking. The wider view says (without a doubt) you’re not in chains Hafez original, Kevin 21st cent.
Vessel may all beings be free, cellphone stand. Greenware.
Wip with eggrock handle on lid.
Remember how grief did not last? Why is that? Who set things up like that? How did they, why did they – wait, is there even a they perhaps? Compare, contrast explain! H , then […]
Lid on greenware.
Sit down and shut up. That’s the way to get help or to be help. Not much in the bank account remains. Hafez original. Kevin 21st cent
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