the notes written in exploding scribble
in
moments
of
insight desperation and bluetime
might
later
appear like a weak brain farting
but
they
are
the
gentle waves breaking
into
the
choppy surf birthing
maelstrom art and revolution
and
they
keep
me
floating functioning and breathing
in
the
small house
behind
the redberry hedge
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