So, I posted a new poem at annasadhorse, Drift. Again, it's not "new" in the sense that I just wrote it, but it is new in the archive and relatively new in the order of things in as I wrote it in the last few years.
Language itself is a barrier.
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I like that one, too. It has a familiar ring. My problem is looking at the day during the night, and the night during the day, because then, nothing is real.
And of course now it's asking me to prove I'm not a robot!!
OK. Once again...
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