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it is still a fertile season
to Be guided by the cosmic dance—
the rhythm of this courtship, the conversation, of our planet Earth with Her Lovers n friends
you might catch me riding on those whispers in the wind
impervious to their manmade distraction(s)
I am

n as cringy as it can Be I am thankful daily for my (hoardy n paranoid at worst, visionary n archival at best) tendency to document everything

this habit (or ancestral compulsion to make myself indelibly Known) Reminds me of my Heart n my shameless dedication to growth through the ebbing n flowing constant of alchemical experiences n the pervading loneliness that inspires n exhausts

I prevail(ed)

I Change(d)

n I do/did less harm

in gratitude,