Stuck in my favorite poetry.
All day readings.
Spongebobed to distraction.
Dolphins of joy, surf lessons.
Mallarme- I just don't know.
There is art in my room.
I make it all the time to realize
things invisible.
A fragmented world I know you
can see. There is no aim,
no answer.
The traveler follows the rose.
I swallowed a hair with my iced coffee.
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