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They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

One Which Brings Me Unending Release

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

Accountants

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall



Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)

I Write This To Remember

Marinate On This

This Snake

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Canis Latrans

I Wish God Had Better Magic

For Another Mean New Sun.

It Came To Me While Doing Laundry On A Sunday Looking For Some Blank Space To Write In Before It Was All Gone...

THE POCKET DOOR

Nameless

Night Train

HOME

Different

wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All You Have To Do Is Breathe....

Funny, Not Funny

cat speech

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

Checking Out

All The Changing....

two out of three people

Lonesome Love

A Dog Should Have His Tail...

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its exhausting
all the arguing
all the killing
the disagreeing
the wars
the words of hate
the inner and outer noise of it

its even more exhausting for me
because of where I came from
I cannot seem to turn it off

I hurt too much
I feel too much
I think too often
I dream too much
I revise the world nightly
in my dreams
or my dreams revise me

I heard human animals being described
as pure consciousness
either individual spiritual beings
or one singular spiritual being
that its possible we could be part
of one another
an ocean with many larger and smaller waves
making an entire ocean

how then could I hate
how then could I deceive
how then could I abuse
another
if they were part of me
would I not only
be harming myself

I must think on this

legal copyright for this poem 5:18AM PST August 28 2019
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and also for this writer/author Melissa A. Howells
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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-A-World






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