Strange Clouds

Blue does not exist, We changed the dictionary; Arbitrarily. (Sorry kid, we threw out the rules.) I carry my descriptors in my pockets Waiving my hands wildly in the air Providing evidence there's nothing to see here producing quarters from behind your ear (you'll learn this lesson when you're older) These magical moves Not written... Continue Reading →

Gamut

I remain still Inhaling through my nose The rush of air in my ears I hold A count to three Then a long release A count to five Cross-legged flooring Sharing a grounded perspective While the storm passes

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