{"id":3485,"date":"2012-07-22T07:12:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-22T07:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2012\/07\/22\/myself-again"},"modified":"2021-09-10T05:19:48","modified_gmt":"2021-09-10T12:19:48","slug":"myself-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=3485","title":{"rendered":"Myself again"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Fat thunderclouds roll across clouded visions of a breast I once held dear.
where are you now woman?
Old skin wrinkles my mind.<\/h5>\n\n

Sitting in the dirt of Mother Earth next to her serpent
I worship the almighty sun, giver of life.<\/p>\n

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Take the time for sunrises and sunsets
the peaceful wind gently whispering melancholy.
I see hope in the empty spaces.
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The poetry of the dead screams to be heard
high above the blinking lights
of routine madness
chaos
The serpent bites, and I close my eyes to the bloody truth of Frank O’Hara.<\/h5>\n

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