Best Ata Poems

Sitting on a slope.

GiGanTiC.

I, named the mountain.

Ever Completely Lost 
Never Found.

I was named.

Displaying sand by the 
edge of a dune.

I am, again.

Too high to be doped.

Too stoned to be alone.

Too off my head to be 
classified.

One of the dead.

Crows are circling 
above.

Speculating.

But, so am I.

I...

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