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Portage Con/Jur/d, 4/7/2022 Remember when he taught us I Am, and I said, “Like a portal, we’re finally here” Better prepped this time, when Saturn comes around looking for a fight, dressed in hospital gowns designed to specimize us, with his eyes tough as loam watching, we become paranoid, crows caw ill-intent, of course, Saturn and The Crow despite the rustle of leaves after our exit, go about their business, no - thing,personal or banal, nothing but a reminder every moment of every day despite the denial, the seamless production, we’re making it up, acting with assured permanence we forget we are not impervious, we are porous, a portal, a wind blowing from entrance to end.
No worries y’all, I’m fine
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/7/2022