Wrote a manifesto,
The other day, again.
Way back when then
Stretched to now.
It’s still a zero,
Written whenever.

Wrote a diary,
Those other days, in my
Head, way back Then,
Circled now.
Keep being zero,
Whenever written.

Wrote a birth, or two,
In Pisces ways, past thirty,
Way back, in years, still,
Homaged now.
Life is a zero,
And whatever’s after.

Wrote my will, once,
Haven’t, unmentally again.
Way back When
I camouflaged now.
Love is a zero,
Happily, life is too.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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