just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
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