11/22/2023

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Rotting teeth.

Bleeding feet.

It’s become really difficult to remember yesterday.

At least I’ve escaped today. 

But my feet are bleeding, and my teeth are rotting. 

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I saw fractals of eyes in every crevice of existence. 

I saw God yesterday,

And I chased Him for two years. 

The tide was draining from my bloodstream.

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I let the ocean do what it wants with me now. 

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I bask in the sun. 

I pray sometimes, too. 

Sometimes my chest hurts.

Or I can’t breathe.

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Some days, I remember that wonder is not a thing to keep.

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I used to take advantage of the clouds. 

But if you look closely, one day you may notice that today they’re particularly ethereal.