Don’t make the same mistake I did:
trying to be too spiritual.
Lost the meaning.
A precise shape, unravelled, melted.
Now I want to become more human.
Brimming with story.
Woven by hands of mystery.
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When I woke up this morning
I rubbed my feet together.
Felt the knots
and the soft spots.
Remembered dreams.
Felt hunger grow.
Scratched.
I didn’t ask
to be liberated.
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