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  • Wrapping Up That Box.

    January 18th, 2025

    Crushed Candy Cane in Stale Plastic Mess

    Punish me in all that I am lacking
    For I have withdrawn to weary spaces
    And the reboot is seldom.

    – – – – – – –
    Mini Musings: It works.

    I find myself doing better on antidepressants. What an old deposition. But a good one! I actually am considering putting my clean pants bin on the shelves instead of my strategic floor moving for a bin. It never seems enough.
    I’ve forced this sense of surrender..
    This life I’ve lived working from home, committing to be a writer after a rebounder being sick and the epilepsy taking its toll.
    “You thought that it could never happen.” Love Calls You By Your Name by Leonard Cohen switched on in my shuffle playlist as I’m sitting here at my laptop instead of scribbling on my phone.
    It did happen though. I thought I could work on it forever. Be it not so. And as far as my other work, it doesn’t feel like work leave it at that I suppose. (Francine Thing)

    +++

    “The Number One Won.”

    Emptiness at a rock button cup of coffee
    I thought I would
    Buy the wonder
    One last time
    Before you departed
    In the the greatest schemes.
    Now You’re Gone
    And every time I see you in my work
    I look back at my entries.
    It was you all along I was writing for.

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