if i could throw myself out
for the new make and model
i would
but this concrete reality was made
for these bodies
and we can continue on
or opt out with rope
so
i guess i'll settle on dusting myself off
and picking the cob webs
out of my frontal lobea/n: it just started raining heavily. hell yeah.
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escapril
Poetrybathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces