three mundane, inconsequential poems
these just fell out of me and they landed here
dropping into my surroundings I am noticing how rich am I surrounded by abundance It’s time to chill this evening finally my back aches I need thumbs jammed into my shoulders, harder I get to lay down on softness beside a table of books, journals hot tea and lavender oils poems
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hands return to the soil feet speckled and caked thumb's in something gushy like a mozzarella stick actively bubbling Danny's heart is open intensions are clear chuck the zucchini you've murdered some beans have a snack of mulberries
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bloods flows and next stages birthed There's tingling in my bits as warmth flows down my throat I am LAW Manifesting a world around me, directing my energy inwards and the universe reflects back I flow within destiny I do not control my vessel was designed to birth and create