Poems from Nomad1c
from beyond the grave
reaching to bright blue full moon
you get pulled below.
Mirror Mirror in the sky
I watch the tops of clouds go by
Hung there from the stars with care
Looking down in deep despair
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What you see...
Paper Luna moth
Climbing the tree of still life
Moon phase is quartered
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Should I fly away
Is it perhaps best to stay
By dawn's early...
sanding blocks erode.
edges removed in due time.
effort is required.
While I - concentrate
reality's grip lessens
others - gain traction
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While I - sit idly
concentration flys away
others - take action.
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