poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Self Reflections
In the morning, a rock star the back of his head a bird's nest in the evening, an owl With glasses on, unrecognisable — a blond Clark Kent concealing his super-powers seen from above, creepy and evil a new man in a grey sweater unwitnessable in black socks at all times ridiculous he often seems cool to her, aloof and depending on the moon distant, a stranger even he speaks of detachment in a detached, formalised manner an effort to justify his rootlessness if you know him a little it’s plain to see he’s drowning know him better, he has drowned in the vastness of her ocean 1-IV-2019
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