Found: Letters From The Past

 

Reading through 

These scribbles

From 2003

Ancient times 

To deliver us from 

The chickens scratching 

Dressed up 

Combed 

Ready for new print: 

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Ill commune with this

And ride it thru

making

the

make

And Over Another 

Good turn

to be

the turning

And

My lost

loosing and

My

over tuning

So burdened 

By

And

Absent to

All

the bitter recovery 

There's

Nothing

Left

to

choose

You

Can’t

even

Imagine 

I’ll 

be there

Soon

Sometimes when the imposter syndrome creeps

I think… you ain’t got no voice… who’d read that 

& think that that is a thing…

At least I can prove this to myself now.

x~ J