I always thought you would push me too hard, too far and I would pick up and go leaving you missing me: too late. And now you tell me you may have to go sooner than you know. Stay and let me love you one more day.
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...