CLOUDBURST. breakdancing clouds laughingly roar with all the grace of shattering glass. (from “Collected poems and stores”) SHELTER. When dusk acquiesces to the shelter of night, overpowering the songs of crickets and silent movements of creepy-crawlers, a quiet calm overtakes the ruminations of my psyche allowing soul regression to dance in the matrix between experience…
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