Soul-spoken spirit,
unbound, in flight.
Pineal eye gets a look.
Events celestial.
Of a hair’s breadth am I,
in this filament.
Then,
a promise warms me
like an innocent’s blush.
And now
this mote
understands.
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
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