we all live in a prison of nouns
and poetry is the key
to breaking free
theMix
I am the mix, my life is the mix, God is the Mix, and my experience is the self-pertuating conversation between my mixes and their re-mixes; all of which comprises the rhythm that I jive to (or at least try to)...
Big Mother is watching, and chirpin' from her perch; a branch overhanging, overlooking a nest in the next tree, so she tweets, ready to retreat if I advance or perchance threaten but sitting, singing to me as long as I am sitting silently listening
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