to the belly of a God
tis not for the faint of heart
At least won’t you reconcile your
soul with me, for but a
moment, if be there a moment
of yours to spare for a poor
old chap as myself?
(7/3/25)
Traveling through a garden together; I’ve never felt so at peace – here, it feels like home • like being gathered ’round fireplace on some winter’s eve, and stories are being told, whether aloud or to yourself, and the moment is held with serene acknowledgement • forever at peace in this moment of everlasting life
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