
I send love and joy to the earthly forms
soaring beings and ‘neath brewing storms,
sending love to many many,
and the sisters of three,
who love to tug and twist and cut twine ‘neath the sea
where I lived for many many years under the rotundas of mental health
amongst dry retching desires and lengthy spells
searching for love and so much more
wrong place wrong time,
I decide to soar.
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