Jimmi Canada Poet Prose Poetry

Stored In Loss

Now what is is always happy,

even dreams can say they're alive,

now it was what it always had inside of myths,

the legends tails whip against the wind-

I worried for an eternity,

but awoke in the morning,

saw the sky, 

and weighted for the natural forming.

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