in waxing crescent,

in waxing crescent, 
the universe extends its 
feelers through gaps in 

the matrix, taps gently on our 
armors to find a way in
.
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mama and me, out

inhale, a bookmark

on the express train,

following the tracks

distance captures the

some days, the lake keeps

bootsy in the tub,

in the shade, we all

every once in a