I am exploded
I reach everywhere
touch everything
I don't observe
I don't claim or own
what the exploded me
wafts over, like
an invisible shaft
of light - the beam
is a wave, the category
of my explosion
exceeds the category
of the world
I am warm
exploded in returning
to myself
returning to myself
complete
dismantled and fused
into a new whole
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The white star journal is a weblog where I air out some of my poetry and fiction. Most everything posted is/are [a] work/s in progress, safeguarded in part by the minimal amount of readership it garners and in part by the phenomenon of seeing something I've written posted, published, and/or made slightly more concrete via the act of blogging.
For a blog of a different color check out my other blog.
For a blog of a different color check out my other blog.
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