I roll the dice too much for comfort,
but I pick them up too much to stop.
I like the rush that rolling gives to me,
and the floating that smoke helps to be.
I like to hang by the edge and think about falling off, or jumping to say I wanted to.
The other side is just a jump fall away.
Here it goes, a fall jump on 3 ok? Ok.
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Beyond
PoetryThoughts and ideas that go beyond the norm. Words that together sum questions and answers to what we see each day. Beyond what we question and imagine. Through the works of poetry collaboratively an expression of what I imagine beyond what I truly s...
