of exceptional curiosity.
Lengthening moments, wrapping novel vocabulary
into words of emotional feelings, touching
strands wavering around in a heart.
Striving to become a novel in it’s own time,
writing of the world, being held closely to an
individual soul.
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Stored in closets of perturbed ideas, holding on to any that may be used in future signs of pious liberty and major countenances for a few moments of enlightenment, attained by very rare individuals living today on earth.
Shiny patterns filtering through my vision, sending angles to and fro, fitting into puzzles of my mind exactly so.
Scattering sounds as they follow rhythms in circumventing pathways of dull voices.Waiting patiently as waves of puzzles flow into line, completing themselves in rhymes of one.
Turning around, spinning rhythms into spaces
Keeping in touch with beats, sending everyoneinto depths of melodies as they skirt edges oflife’s precious moments.Talking through lyrics being written through thenight.
Sorrow held tightly wound deep down inside.
Looking without – teardrops glisten everywhere, lyingabout on the grass for everyone to see.Seeing tears, yet not shedding tears, because a thickwall of steel has been erected all around, protectinga vulnerable human being.Staring out at the tears, there is no feeling connectedto them.Tears belong to someone else, they are not to be claimed.Standing away from…
A young boy of twelve killed instantly by a falling tree or limb.
Thoughts of killing animals the only ones on their minds.Experienced hunters, teaching their sport to a child, all rules of safety being followed.Yet, no one could foretell the circumstances of this freak accident of nature.Winds kicked up by an impending storm, blowing across the forest with no known targets.Randomly knocking over a tree, unable to…
Dancing downstairs in cellars and basements,
Stalking slowly away from the crowds, justto be able to talk to one another.Folding conversations into minds, wanting toexperience love in this moment of dusk.