drop by drop
night drips on my face
slips into introspection
finds me, drop by drop
slips into introspection
finds me, drop by drop
Greetings from the far side of sanity. Welcome . . . to a world of poetry, creative nonfiction, and occasional fiction as told by James Eric Watkins. And sometimes, I post the lyrics to a song that strikes me as having a message that needs to be shared.
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And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.
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This puts me in the mind to meditate.
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