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Flow
A haiku series
drifting absently
through this, a creative void
and yet I float on
it’s a numb feeling
not sad, but rather weary
and yet I walk on
who am I really?
lately I do not feel seen
and yet I am here
still very alive
breathing in, I feel it all
breathing out, empty
perhaps I don’t need
to chase after what comes next
but just let it flow










