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Let the comet dust fall again,

In hallowed glory,


Brazen upon entry and

Upon this wounded spirit of mine.

Let the waves of wonder

Never cease to amaze my tired eyes.

I’m not going gently.

With a bang,

And blazing rara avis,

Until there’s no warm blood left

In this fragile body of mine.

The universe and this years medicine

Of the dragon kind  for an old soul

Misplaced in this time.


Join me for the next few weeks if you like? 😉

(P.s.I’ll just be thinking of my friends and family in Florida for a couple days though)




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