Steve McQueens ashes

Buddhist bells

Rootless trees

Floating in the garden

Cotton candy

On an empty beach

Dreams

Memories

Blending

Like rivers

Into the sea

Battering

Pulling

Relentlessly

At my heart

I like thinkers

But

When I open my mouth

An

Anvil falls out

I hear myself speaking

And

Don’t know who I am

It all makes sense to me

That

We never stop being

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