against the tide
that which divides us
crossing paths (with myself)
for love of the hot, dark liquid (which my doctor does not approve of )
the origin of oral tradition
organizing the incomprehensible
a little time to sort things out
nothing I wanted, everything I needed
and then it started raining apples
learning to fly
the trauma of duality
you'll get used to it
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