a star in heaven.
allstars in hell.
falling
upwardly
exploding
haven’t looked
inside the mouth of a
croc-o-dile.
the veneer between hi and goodbye
vineyard’s casting corridors
turnstyle’d and taxed
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truenorthavenue: "In the midst of this chopping sea of civilized life, such are the clouds and storms and quicksands and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make his port at all, by dead reckoning, and he must be a great calculator indeed who succeeds. Simplify, Simplify." h.d. Thoreau
