excerpts from a poem i wrote in Big Sur California
lyrics
My Doubt
My Individuality
the first fall before first flight
jumping into nothing
being there
as if i knew i had to
but why
that trajectory
this leap
from stable ground
a tilted rock
with just enough space to cradle my back
i look out
with out
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Limits
Aesthetics
Tastes
I saw a car
it made me feel
Wreckless
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Part of me thinks I'm ready for death.