Incident by incident flashes by, each bound in expectation as those imagined.
Bound in orbits, gamed each one of purposed lives, of loves, of incidence and profit,
Bound close by incident memories day by day.
Bound in daily wonder decades long.
Bound, compelled by physics present in our supple times,
binding somehow stronger than the potent gravity of our yearning,
distant, sterile orbits of co-incident desire,
memories, dreams and wondrous shared reality unrealized.
Thursday, September 6, 2018
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And Wacky Am I
And now wacky am I, I thank you, mother, for the days I take no pill; the oak table that folds upon itself, a hinge, a turn, a hidden b...
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Lock it up! There is no one more powerful than thee, For regardless how you exit or explain Unless you put lights out and lock up...
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He looks back at me, reflects my order to stop smiling and not to stop because of him. He asks to try a frown, to look into his eyes, t...