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September 18, 2023


By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal


Entirely on my lonesome
the perpetual fogs of
the brain become clear.

There is a certain freedom
in my aloneness. I sit and
think in a somber state.

The dust in my mind dissipates
into a big beyond where great
fires burn in an eternal furnace.

I rid myself of the noise
that clutters the brain. This
morning has turned out promising.

Article © Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-10-18
Image(s) are public domain.
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