Written Artwork In and Of Itself

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I find I'm questioning myself.
Double guessing the fantasy.
Are there really two sides to the moon?
I thought it was made of cheese, Swiss.

Flattery will get you farther in than out.
It's bedtime when the giant drops the copper cup and the mouse runs away with the wind. With the change of weather possible it's still going to rain. How do I know that? My body tells me.

Because the center is wisdom and the universe is north, this morning will come when the sun sets. Search for new thoughts and plug in the moon. It's not winter yet. The little white rabbit who lives in your mind just made a wish on your big toe.

Summon the spell out of the well where it's likely to be napping. When it lands it on the cobblestone hold your breath and get ready. Stand strong for your esteem as the result of your inhibitions. Hold hands with the periwinkles eight nights for sweet dreams and kindness.

Surrender to the influence of mushrooms on your tongue to guide you into a passageway of geometric gardens. Follow through the vulnerability into the next wave past the whispering willows. Swing open the doors between your heart and your head. Don't think. Just observe and remember.


Submitted: June 02, 2021

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