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fresh short plank
shaped, but raw,
unrefined
still being sanded by
life; that trial of abrasion
no varnish coat

to protect others from itself
a trail of splinters with every contact
most brush off
some push deep
to itch and fester
and for that I am truly sorry

Life on the FLood Plane

wandering

filling my pockets with stones

waiting for the rain

Half Empty

I sometimes wish

that maybe I could be

a better glass of person