Friday, November 28, 2025

Superstition

I recalled today that my purpose here is to try different styles. So here goes...


The mirror has stripped me

of my superstition

which was rooted in my brain

and cloaked me in its protection


Every move I made used to be

lined up with distant stars

and now here I am unmasked 

from that Geometry


Now I just bleed--

like everyone else. 




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