COME WHAT MAY
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Am I a glitch in the system? An itch in the glistening listening cistern? A witch emblazoned in ritual fiction? This nameless affliction, winning naysays with stickshift syllabled diction. I wish, I could speak as quickly and as eloquently as these written descriptions, to ponder how I may present upon a dot of coherence; instead…
Absence
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RUPTURE
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Relic
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EXODUS
LEGACY
A body of work tracing life, love, and loss with a mind in constant motion. Splintering between conflict and stillness in pursuit of clarity, balance, and an inevitable reconstruction of self.
Duality and illusion blur lines between inner experience and external reality, reshaping permanent damage to released, fleeting states. Attempting control over a psyche that resists containment and static perception.
What begins as an attempt to hold on to a lived experience through poetry and prose gradually becomes an examination of the human condition.