Just re-found myself. Finally.
Somewhere in the moving wreckage,
the floating garbage patch of Williamsville NY,
the collecting spare parts heep that I have become,
in that I re-found myself,
whittled down to particles,
swimming down the cyclone of my anus soul.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
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