What Is To Be Done

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

2/17/24

Back from the land of the ten thousand things

for my birthday I came up on the shore like driftwood

I’d been asleep

under this speck on your map

dreaming down into the earth

translating the soil inch by inch

into a new epoch

I’ll paint my skeleton in your moonlight

and drift asleep on your ocean

until all is silence

until we are picked clean.

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