Literate Itinerant

Yes I am free
Burning, not burning, and learning of eclipses.
.may have you not going there I too that wasn’t love eating flat and forsaken.

we speak of todays and yesterdays
like items in our basket case
& cannot we conclude the future;
night isn’t more than the absence of sunlight,
not the trudging calendar squares-

Let us not forget our smallness here and begin to relish the simplicity.
We are now an unrealized mathematical equation.
We will always be sarcastically poetic.
Written on papyrus,
Soaked in perspiration.


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Writer, aspiring farmer and homesteader in North Georgia, making ends meet and trying to become more enlightened.

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