Jun 19
Like murky depths, this
day in un-definition
hovers, and
shadows
floor-dance.
— Anna S. © 2026
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Like murky depths, this
day in un-definition
hovers, and
shadows
floor-dance.
— Anna S. © 2026
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Icy hands press against
Chilled windows and my
Body is sinking in
An ocean of me
Who were you before
The plague? Pre
Panic, pre mask, what
Did life look like before
The fear? Who have you
Become, drenched in
Antiseptic, shut away
And terrified
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this Well contains Worlds
 we do not drink we deeply dive we do not think we just arrive we do not sink we gladly rise we do not link but still surmise this Well contains Worlds
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Magnetic Poetry
if I could weep in a solitary house
I would take out my tears and drink them
all for the joy of our yesterday song
for the poetry that comes out drunk and new
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While going through my Google docs today, I found a document full of Magnetic Poetry I had written on my refrigerator a decade ago. This was one of those poem-netic poem-lets.
For Galina U. I am not on first name terms; A fond afterthought.
Media: dropped voice treble recorder squeaky floorboard consumer video and treatments
Turkey past Thanksgiving
Withered, rotting, waiting
For removal, no longer
Laced with laughter, an
Empty table, wobbly legs
Warmth has leached out