I come from the brow
but approach careful through the
uneven ground mist
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being wormhole: too cold to sit outside / and write flowers of / individual poems
doing wormhole: HPB
haiku(esque) wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
identity wormhole: my fidgety self
living wormhole: only the Batman realises that he is dead
mist wormhole: the library, / you know …
