poetry to the mercuric night 2

as i hug more arms grow
maybe from
the dream of the japanese fisherman’s wife
we’s hugging maybe namore
we’s encapsulated
cocooned
we can only now
but butterfly,
pupa bade
.
.
.

juddarwin

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i am AS i am (discovery than platform): I sculpt chisel my letters (runes?) ’sthough on stone, remembered when vanishes elrctricity; paper; canvass; memory

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