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So, here we are. - again.
This wont be the end.
It was - never the start.
This hesistance.
your guidance.
to where are - you asking?
where - do you wish.
You cant leave anywhere but here.
Your dreamer has tried to reach the whales.
Is the - dali lama all that you wish? in the seconds
For your life in a sentence they
too systematic too care
Men are too endowed too-
… … …
whats the point of a seer. i hear.
on the daily i think-
-from listening to you
its to hear yourself. sink-
Give vessel to the fleeting.
I think is true & so are you. claim vessel to fly
(this was meant to be read in many ways in your skimming whimsy)
exulansis
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people
are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—
which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory
itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no
longer even looking for a place to land.
This wont be the end.
It was - never the start.
This hesistance.
your guidance.
to where are - you asking?
where - do you wish.
You cant leave anywhere but here.
Your dreamer has tried to reach the whales.
Is the - dali lama all that you wish? in the seconds
For your life in a sentence they
too systematic too care
Men are too endowed too-
… … …
whats the point of a seer. i hear.
on the daily i think-
-from listening to you
its to hear yourself. sink-
Give vessel to the fleeting.
I think is true & so are you. claim vessel to fly
(this was meant to be read in many ways in your skimming whimsy)
exulansis
n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people
are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—
which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory
itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no
longer even looking for a place to land.
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1082 x 1141px
File Size 1.01 MB
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