set

please to meet me

my name is you

i sculpture the grass

cover it white

free my mind;

and i’m a poorman too

in harmony with the smoke

i have myself a silver straw

and from it i breathe

a life on sheets.

i’m not in fear

i feel so near

and i’m out there.

read these and

know me well ——

enjoy.

here’s my empty handshake.

 

from ” deviationcummeditation”

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