Shiva stopped byA lot had to go.
A lot was terrible.
I shall edit and re - edit. For now, this is the only thing that I have which I care for at all.
A Sturdy Gait.Once white now beigeA Sturdy Gait.
thrift shop tile caught the eye the way it matched the dark brown wood patterned shelving units,
hung and housing the thrown away. Priced to go home again.
Priced for sure sale.
Waiting there like a soon to be broken ankle I saw them,
a quick fix old white on black wing tips. They had been given
character by time by the time I'd seen them.
The wrong size was apparent. A malicious number yelling mismatched from inside their old dry like dust leather
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When one begins to think in poetry, every frame of life becomes a painting.
Rock on
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Neutral nothings notice nonchalance, nodding nominally.
Or others opting out of opinionated oracles orchestrating our opus.
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