Small victories, like 350 poems,
seem worth the moment
to reflect on the joy they help
remember, the pain they help
forget, the love they help
grow. In words, through these,
the rhythms flow
as life, one waking moment
at a time, shapes, molds,
files, chips away at the human
vaneer exposing our
vulnerable beings
or surprising even ourselves
at the strength of the core.
350 more may just release
the Krakken, or at least,
make sleeping possible.


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