I

A joyful tear drops on my breast whilst watching the face in the mirror beat drums upon a colorful chest, reflecting what I want to be thinking, if only I could. Here, at the end of my finger tips, when there’s a mess going on in the world and at home, and I want to abscond, when I need grace, compassion, and strength, I’m so thankful to have a place to escape where I wear genuine smile for a change.

II

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III

In the placenta-like sac of my soul a Wookiee pounds to break out.

Two fierce fists grip the walls, yanking open and tearing through.

The Wookiee be my soul re-born inspired, complete, thankful, free!