Untitled, original poem #74

i am sending signals
though
 nothing as grotesque
  as styling smiles

i 
 am bending
  the universe

hear ye
heed my 
 wanton whispered will
this spell is read
come rest your head
 then drink of me your fill



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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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