be
the cryptid
you wish
to see
in the world

~~~

is my poetry
like everything else about me,
where it flows better
when i stop thinking about it?

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didn’t write anything yesterday
almost not writing anything today
i was about to ask where my passion went
but it’s right here in me;
i was just reading, re-reading, going over old words
to bring to new light
and that’s what i always expected,
right?