Poetry Challenge #25: Untitled

Born again. Another day. Regenerated, cells reprised. Always. Change. Still. Constant. Sleep is our exile: from birth to exile. In our dreams we perform twice-hourly spacewalks to retrieve (several) film cassettes. The purpose of this lonely circling rendezvous is to move and shake in mystical states, in anticipation of the cliffhanger scene when we forgetContinue reading “Poetry Challenge #25: Untitled”