same ordeal, primordial
2026-09-20
it's been a while.
as time passes you forget —
things are looking up,
bird's wing is healed, it's ready for flight.
something tells me to honor my past,
healers on speed dial, it's me,
sex never included penetration.
dual wasn't excluded to begin with.
one wasn't one at all,
one plus one, it's three.
tomorrow's,
always free.
me?
i keep —
things are not the same the second time around,
me?
i keep —
some things close by, high,
still,
there are more heights.
more heights to climb, wrongs to right,
ether is the fifth element, either for or against,
to stand for something, you must risk getting run,
life a day more, die tomorrow,
a day in this earth, life and death in cosmos.
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