4 AM Meditationclipped rose bushes scatter
brain matter, a portrait of mother
sleep through the window
solitary arm akimbo, a vestige of
twilight, vagabond oneironaut
I'd rather not
begin again, prick thistles and pins
traces of shatter
pottery cell, post cigarette patter
illuminate screens swipe
death between, inhale
additives, mathematical addict
lonely schematics, sabbatical extension
apprehensive, but muscular tension
see appendix, branches and sticks
fractals of body talk, translucent
bedroom panes or
death, doom, pain?
renegade sketches trigger
reflections of self abuses,
sorry I'm obtuse
rather reclusive
nicotine juices remind me
why I have bruises 4 AM Meditationin Poetry
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