(October Second Ninteen-Seventy-Four / Grace Maternity Halifax)

Self Sandwich

sliced persona transitional slip
flight forward into lights and shadow
self and ego letting go and holding on
can i really be here, how can this be
inside, out, around every twisting end
no longer drifting, optimistic dreams

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Why ask me do you think I know? In and out of your poems shaddows what do you want before I go?