6/11/2023

Aurora Borealis


Hannah urgently waking me,

shaking the colors 


out of my dream, releasing 

their comforting chaos


back into the night sky,

the memory of a dream,


the palindrome for a word

unknowable.


[LSS, 6/11/23]


Talking to Myself


Yeah, ‘cuz,

what if?


[LSS, 6/11/23] 

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