Saturday, March 7, 2026

bombs in the grip

 were all double agents

One mission done

Another can begin 

Sometimes without

Sometimes within

My night time, 

Your day. 

And 180 on that point

You get it

My, my

what a beautiful journey

Coming full circle 

feels like being made whole

whose turn is it now

And who do I get to be?



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