A Martian Squirrel

A broken bridge over a crater;

Ammi can secure me in later.

No way to drive over this pass

tossed into debris-like glass…

after the Fall to certain death

I am Alive I still have breath—

In a squirrel suit I fly the field

I think I lucidly dreamt in Real.

Aye, Iconoclast

A Poem

Iconoclastic wrestling plastic

in year twenty-two thousand

Weary wear psychics beware…

Forbidden to lose one’s hair—

A. Life became wealthily fair.

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Arabic Alphabet = Kitchen Cabinet;

arranged by type, like with like

categorically positioned, original:

No Capitals and No grammatical

Correction by Design is Perfection.

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The Truly Original Individual,

by way of hatred from The Herd,

is destined to be misunderstood.

The Answer—Do Fully Entrust

the Guidance from your Gut.

Rebel at Heart

What’s something you do completely differently from how you were raised?

My father was a child and adolescent psychiatrist and my mother is a registered nurse. It was akin to growing up in a hospital-like environment. It was so clean that it was sterile.

I live freely now. I no longer look to doctors as individuals in possession of ‘the gospel truth’; therefore, I experiment and continuously learn instead. Medicine is not the cure to all ails.