This strange land plants plans 

when shake hands. 

I, take stance in the shape dance. 

I'm away- prance. 

Where the safe hands are mainland sands. 

Time slime- it slips by in capsules. 

of time,

swallowed

follows

hollow minds. 

I mine minds and hearts

to energize a spark.

Who do I feel

high with....

this sober coder strife 

at a peak of leaked symphony,

who send phony homies to never know thee. 

The jist is always roaming

to wherever home be- 

all free and lonely. 

This Soliloquy a thrill to me. 
To be a sole boulder soldier

Vibrational soarer. 

Tied anchors to my ankles to dive down deep. 

It's the peace I keep and the beat I sink

to hit the bottom with both of my feet. 

[Photo of me, shot by Cantera Image, and digitally edited by myself]

This poem is from my little notebook where I was trying to do a page per day, to get into the habit of writing. I try to not let myself pause or put down the pen. 

Thank you Publish0x, for providing a safe space for us to share our art, poetry, and blog about life, crypto, and most else under the sun and beyond. This helps me to push myself past my comfort zone, and to evolve faster. 

My original post is on my Instagram, where I post my art periodically. 
(these excerpts were from 2019)

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