we loved in all the natural ways.
but now a winding spirit roams
across the bounds of time and space --
into the sky, within this car,
and onto bleeding stretchers in
the hospital i call my mind;
a feeling realer than my breath
blows in from somewhere nonextant --
but what could be more natural?
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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