and he grew poetry and grew until he was unrecognizable, and even more so to himself, doing things never before conceived just six months before, becoming something new with every passing day, unsure of what he would be; surprisingly unconcerned. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...