Haiku #86 – #88

86.

Perhaps it is because the Earth
Hurtles at one thousand miles per hour
That on its surface I feel nausea.

87.

I look and there is blankness.
I close my eyes and there is blankness.
There is nothingness inbetween.

88.

I have learnt
That I am not a poet
But I live within the words.

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