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wait.... where'd the first one go?

does it make sense to try to market art, to those who can't see beauty and buy their comfort?

I think the finest moment of clarity, when I manage to hold onto it, is the moment after I wake up, and before I convince myself of who I am.

it's pronounced 'Pa-Le-Pa-Po'

where does the value of my time deposit?

it's pretty bad...

out of the notebook, into the multiverse of litofiles

step through.

my first poem to be read at slam, wearing a bunny hat.

a companion piece to an earlier poem