I ride the tides
I shift myself to beats
humming inside
the skin of a father - a soul’s hourglass
I am visiting here
buffeted, yes,
but full of adventure
senses of wonder tick
-
Stephen Paul Wren
I will return to the Stockholm ship and do my bit to protect it (and I will recall that I emit 75 watts of body heat). I will keep in...
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Pectin held my life together Like in the gelled rims of apples. Polysaccharide sweet, my spur In bitter months, my fruit crumbles...
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