03-19-2017, 09:25 AM
Listening to these, my ego distracted me -- every few lines reminded me of a poem I should write.
So I stopped, listened to my breath a bit, and went back.
These poems are past hoping for, they're just there.
So I stopped, listened to my breath a bit, and went back.
These poems are past hoping for, they're just there.
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?

