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                      fallen and injured
                                I lost the body
                                          that I ride so nonchalantly
                      lost access to my blog
                                I lost my purpose
                                          that I drive so desperately
                      continuing vapid career
                                I realise the impossibility
                                          of picking things up in dreams

                      and there is such
                                innocent dewy beauty
                                          in anything I behold and do
                      but that my thoughts and passions
                                would let me
                                          see them





acceptance wormhole: my life / of others
beauty wormhole: juxtaposition
career wormhole: the ghost with open wound
seeing wormhole: talking