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                had the courage to sit
                                down with my uncomfortable self
                                with myself uncomfortable in the world

                                              too busy
                twisting and turning arms out feet in pillow
                                down to get some sleep perhaps
                                to dream and fall in love a little

                                              as if
                I’d find myself hidden to behold
                                all the while smothering
                                my fidgety self





doing & sitting wormhole: poessay VII: // true revolution
dream wormhole; tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
identity & life & love wormhole: old age
searching wormhole: the declensions of constant possibility throughout times
sleep wormhole: moon