Calm yielding fog. Misting.
Barns loom.
Life view, belonging.
I belong.
Your life even is not yours,
my awareness is not mine.
Take courage in this.
Write - when the thinking is right
tidal forces of change
mind distended by super gravitation
a sphere becomes a hollow tube
pride, achievements, all are yours, all dreams, all truths that are,
all that is, grows, is yours.
now you must leave it here,
you must leave yourself behind, when you go.
Stuck in Vierzon,
even though I’m here I ask myself
where the hell is Vierzon?
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