In the heaps of fallen leaves among the hoards of fallen faces I stand, an oak, sheltering all: all around me, the sky is falling in jagged blue pieces the sky is falling.
Here is the beginning of a lifetime chronicled in poetry, neither alphabetically nor chronologically listed. A puzzle of sorts, if you will, as is all of Life.
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First Dissociation
In Dual Consciousness
The Five Year Old
Palazzo Guiseppe, San Luis Obispo, March 2010
It’s so loud. Everything is so loud. I am scared...