Swelly

I yearn speaking in code sometimes;

being so literal comes with costs.

It demolishes opportunities, if you let it.

Mindfulness bleeds from my palms.

What a long road, your thoughts?

Are they circular like mine?

Circles can be positive;

Circles can also vacate the underworld.

The evolution of man ignites me now.

BIC doesn’t dispense that.

Like a child with his candy,

or like a mallard with his bread,

we all have vulnerability.

It’s up to us to decide whether to show it to the world.

C.M. Rose

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