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Poetry and writings ...
Summer MorningSwim,
through the wheat fields
and the silent sky
that blend in a
Summer morning.
Swim,
in the wind,
steeped in pollen and methane,
playing acrobat
on high voltage cables.
Swim,
your eyes see Time
dancing with the Sun
an eternal roundabout
without purpose.
Swim,
sink,
drown
in that Summer Morning:
no need for a "why".
UntitledI can't help but exist. Today I looked at my cat. I shouldn't say he's mine: he also can't help but exist. We stared at each other. Silent. I raised my hand. He's a cat, my cat, if you will: I should pet him. My hand was there, shakingly getting to his head. It stopped. The cat stared at the hand, then at me: he pitied me. I looked at him once more: why do I reject change? I can't help but exist and die every day once more. I walked away. The cat closed his eyes.
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