amongthedays asked:
I would love to read your poem about becoming clean.
Becoming clean is the goal which cannot be attained.
(or The Art of Living)
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Collections. Fragments. Stories. Objects. Items. Lists. Landscapes. Noises. Dreams. Shadows. Cities. Treasure. Glass. Stone. Breakfast. Gold. Mystics. Bonsai. Sunburn. Drum. Birdseed. Fabric. Folds. Mushroom. Verdigris. Watches. Hats. Rotting. Monument. Patina. Polish. Shrine. Decay. Autumn. Velvet. Bronze. Gossamer. Filigree. Distance. Crystals. Space. Vision. &tc.
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