Pollyanna CowgirlRevelations are nasty things. filling up minds with new uncomfortable thoughts that I didn't want to learn; squirming and swarming in, like a plague of locustPollyanna Cowgirl
until you are drowning
in the noise.
I was in New York, when the white noise descended with the night mist, the sound, did not abate in the morning. It brought scale. A terrible, wonderful scale that tortures me
in perspective.
I am none of it. None of the wonders and riches the innovation the style, I have none of the innocence none of the wit I am none
&#
..Today I wake to find..
The silence of my mind Gone. Flooded by alarms As my subconscious Searches for the answer, To an unknown question. A lighthouse looking
For submarines.
STUFF
Joy
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