morning.
good, for now.
Fresh. Mist. Dim.
unseen, hidden in possibilities.
Something from nothing
or nothing from itself.
Choose to make choices.
life happens to or for
For is life.
To is existence
About the Creator
Aaron Hodgkins
I shook my brain and out came 214 little hairballs of thought.
Contemporary poetry by
Aaron Hodgkins
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