Travel in foggy air

Whoever says “I” must always and ever move
I once thought myself solid, now I am dissolved
Torn to shreds, scattered in acid pools
I now touch wider ground and travel in foggy air
Whoever is no longer is—more: affects

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on January 26th, 2019 | No Comments »

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