feel
trapped
on this
carousel.
riding
the
narwhal
with
a
rainbow
horn.
always right behind her.
never
gaining.
the
warped mirrors
make it feel
like
falling behind
while
staying
in
the same place.
just
going
up and down
in
circular logic.
too much
cotton candy
and
popcorn.
not enough substance.
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i’m reading through all the poems i am behind on & thinking, whatever energy you are channeling right now–whatever ghosts are whispering to you–wherever this is coming from–keep it up. it’s amazing.
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thank you. just taking the hurt and trying to spin gold from it.
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it’s working.
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Love this one Mike Absolutely love it
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