Losing My Innocence. {poetry}
Unlike losing my virginity...
I lost my innocence in the desert
amongst 100,000 people,
but in a sacred temple of sharing
with one.
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continent
Matins And Mantras. {poetry}
I am the owl sitting Shiva
above someone’s rusted-hinge heart,
the Om-ing bassline just under the frost-hooked ground.