I found our fleeting poem bleeding relevance in tenses of seeping foam as truth rinses in keeping fences of stolen stances meeting our own I danced am

I found our fleeting poem bleeding relevance in tenses of seeping foam as truth rinses in keeping fences of stolen stances meeting our own
I danced
amongst
colors
screaming on
photons once
ensconsed. https://stream.jgregorymcverry.com/2021/09/03/i-had-a.html