14 February 2023
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levels of
there are no rules
for the levels of life but I kissed them anyway
hoping to make my life into particles and scatter them
as biota loafing on a summer pond
yes, if there were rules
I’d be here today and would never have been put upon
and no one would have needed to pretend
to pay attention
to a sheen that should have shone