In poetry mode...

Human dice

Am I not a human dice?

It's all about the future, almost everything I hear

a side of chance

what you couldn't have

what you should've done

how you could have been perceived

but maybe it's more about the moment

and a bit of space and time

i've had my fair share of frustrations with Taoism

just trying to figure out how to be someone

even though I'm already somebody.

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Some pictures I took over the past couple of days at Waterfowl Park, Purdy Crawford, and Struts Art Gallery.

'''

Skyrise

go ahead, i'm spinning

too many options so that's why

i choose not to move

my arms

my limbs

throw them right outside the door

you let me

shake me, till can't let go

then you stopped

and every book on my shelf.

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'''

A Shadow

I love darkness, the shadows of light.

I exist because of other figures,

I am nobody yet I'm seen,

invisible most of the time.

I mime a lot

in afternoon parking lots

stretching my arms and legs

sun marks

children talk to me,

let me dance

all i can do is expect,

that who I am stemming from is real,

all my movements slow

the basketball courts rotate day after day,

and I shower over and over

a slow growth reaches.

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'''

School

Something to do, pass the time.

My false interests.

valuable human, for the future.

I become a resource every day.

Don't give myself too much time to think.

What is there to win?

You care if I remember but not if I understand.

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'''

What's left

When it's a grey day

we start to look into ourselves and see what's left

don't want you to see me like this

gone.

'''