My Feet

Yet this I remember - beneath me are my feet...

The Machine

I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...

A twilight of the mind, casting despicable awe and scintillance...

Inspire Innovate Improve.

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Blossom. Re-blossom. Keep doing it.

"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"

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