Life to a Solipsist
With all the sky to fly in
and all the sea to swim,
all the world to travel,
room for every whim.
With every place to visit
and every thing to be,
stories to write and re-write,
visions to see and unsee.
The limits you face, you have placed there.
Your masters are all in your mind.
You own every choice that you make here.
The path that you look for, you find.
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
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Poem: March 12, 2024
No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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Maintaining Some people won’t straighten their desks at the end of the day, but I do, most days, and I sweep the floor as well, ten to tw...
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Through a Crack in the Door Think of those times late at night, really any time in the long expanse of life when you are walking down any em...
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No One I run until I am invisible and free from the tendrils of the day and the treadmill and the others who fill this space, free of my gho...
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