Welcome To Safe Haibun
the rooms here are unreal. without rhyme.
mostly mental. here, a pixeled prometheus.
there, little black samo. </bask. key. yacht.>
one closed browser and BEGONE.
the electrical made unlucent,
but i am never lost / im a boss glitch.
my fractal fact: not all who ponder yonder it.
We sick Boss Glitch ???
I always enjoy your poems. Also now the word “unlucent”
this poem is all return. a high prime.
you make me want to level up fast with this
“pixeled prometheus” & “unlucent” + the ending = just amazing.