with

I’m finding good in all these places

In quiet woods and hellbent races

It is all over & ever been, so I find

Each tatter and each thrown away: a mind

I think with. Reason. Become this season.

I can learn to be this matter over matter

Find a hollogram a truth with consciousness

Are we building ourselves each block and asking: is this the right one?

Is this?

Have I found it now?

A party is brilliant. But I want a peace

So come to me quiet life. And find I am waiting with open lips

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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