Years I thought

I didn't want this body 

the weight of a shell

dragging it back & fro

How happy I am now

within it

Oh how it moves

and feels & feeds 

my soul

Berries of life

explosion of senses

Mor

e... yes...



Many mysterious jars
fill my fridge
my life
Maybe one day
I'll try on Macondo life
just to label everything



If you'd managed
to come up with a question
The answer
is already within you 
Of course



You may come 
only to read air 
of spring A jazz
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Feasting on mountain colours

zipping past the clouds

Miles hand cutting past digits

like the smooth timbre

coming from the speakers 

Kids chilling in the back

This is a happy place

Disregard me screaming in the isles 

the night before