poem

my guru my lover my spiritual friend

i heavent sceent you in so long

you teach me as the wildlands do

in each moment your wisdom

whispers like the wind

as it becomes a part of me

my body is a petri dish

my mind is a fish

slippery quick sand silver

split sliced scaled open

vulnerably signaling growth

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Human hacking the boundaries of experience. Creatrix in the Matrix making hay wending wyrd. Twitter:@jdcarlston, IG:@r0zm4ddr, (they)

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Human hacking the boundaries of experience. Creatrix in the Matrix making hay wending wyrd. Twitter:@jdcarlston, IG:@r0zm4ddr, (they)

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