Sunday, October 5, 2014
post rain
what I miss about that land
and will always miss about that land
the vast all or nothing natural habitat
is, that the land mirrors my character intensely
I meet myself, crudely, openly
in the rainswept expanses of back to back horizons
the collective force of sensory stimulus
stamping approval on my wayward solitary soul
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