What Is To Be Done

Automatic writing from the great beyond. Poem fragments, mental illness, whatever. Come for the inscrutability, stay for the brevity

2/9/24

Here. Where everything expands into moonlight or smoke. those are your choices. I am here, expanding the air, abandoned in hope of a twin. someone to stuff your pain into. Have I ever discovered this land? your body is mapped out in one long breath.

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