Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #18:
There is a lot of internal, brain remodelling going on right now. Many things are being altered and shifted about. This means a lot of nightmares, which is when all is said and done, your brain throwing out clutter. It was never going to be an easy fix, this particular step. Let’s hope I have plenty of recycling bags…
The Internet of Words 