I.I.
poetry by mirrah stoller Riding the bike, write Towards a setting sun, try Catch these penultimate rays, feel warmth. Human skin on skin; Hearts melding with Mind soaring Sweating the big stuff Scared we’ll catch flame Caught between chaos and all of her names Bore holes through heavy dirt Hard crust mantel metal ride this road, oh lord land ho towards Immersive Intelligence Hoping on hope that these long days won’t leave I leaf through pages on pages On scribbles; dabbling Minds melding weld into machine which sings the same Tune as you and me; we Craft bond super glue Sweating the long haul Scared we’ll catch flame Caught between chaos and all of her names Riding the sun Towards a cooler place, write again Try to get back to wet welcome soil, Kids Ride old wheels, write Ride like the wind, like Soaring on ground; grounded Under down sunset down black set down don’t let it go down slow don’t type, write Silicon glow creeping up from the deep, We set down We woke up.
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