Returning in reframe to the flow

Many values are unnamed          emotions,

          they are very moving…

                                        we shake it

                    up—



A bubble in the wind…          alive,

                              let’s name me —animal.



Emotions shout out until we call them virtues

          or discontents

                    that should into duties

                                                  that suit us

          up

into uniforms re-doubled

into identities, and again

yet again,

                    outcomes become causes to blame ourselves

                                        a credit to our name…
                                                                                —legion.



Breathe in your bubble…

                                                  —me.

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