I keep backspacing over things i'd like to write here. I need to grow my bloglegs i guess.
I'll start with a poem.
I hear the waves shift to shore,
Distant movements
bring my energy to the fore.
My whole life in one wave
is starting to feel
like one big i gave.
Watching the sun move
slyly behind the tree,
tells me don't effort to prove.
My whole life in another wave
looks like
an arduous journey i did pave.
Smelling the sweet wood
rot on the drift
I know even decompensation is good.
My whole life in a wave
will always be
overcoming death with much to save.
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