Trace Program

TashInTheClouds
Nov 6 · 1 min read
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I hurt, ache today
and shower was diffuse;
unable to define my substance.

I am
not my own soma,

lines of data,
an introspective stanza,
a conscience poem.

Reform, regather, retrace;
recall everything once more.

My resistance and vehemence
dissolves, like the water,
drained of warmth.

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TashInTheClouds

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A poet that enjoys the 'eureka' moments in writing, as well as the settings that inspire them - urban jungles and other wilderness alike.

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Poetry on select themes from different perspectives.

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