01 Jul
Entering the world through a wormhole, we
never return to what's before.

Taking on an organic spacesuit,
hastening the process in its time.

Until the subsequent stages unfold,
somatic, the soul and spirit can soar.

In a wild planet's turbulence, where
already everything is its fact.

So gregarious, let's go on to grow &
travel our time-limited
imperative that is all
communicating back to the point. 

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Posted by on July 1, 2021 in Poetry



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