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sudden. a strange dim and a numbing slug

until solace spun a winsome visit. dear blog,

i’m back to the way i am

let thoughts spew like napalm

until time holes me up (again) like a crab

let words flap and rap on this naked slab

no, it’s not a birthing or a reborn

... a carver’s re-come to finish the undone

yes blog, i took a wee puff of dope

hold me down this last time. else i lope.

image courtesy E. N (colleague. despite the troubles she gets from me)

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