The waves of love are such

as you could find in the confines of the written word

They appear upon me like a river coursing through

First edges of a mountain lake

the water seeming to know math

Gravity in motion slipping furtive, innocent

like the first held hand in young love

They fought like something had come loose in the Evercore

that part of the self that is flexing, strong

unyielding in itself, truth self-evident and no longer

able be brushed aside with a half-lie or eye-laugh

standing effervescent in a dress of goldenseal

wanting recognition for expression itself

Wesley King

The Biohacking Banker. Investments in biohacking, healthtech, and future medicine.

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