Sep 21

So it is with the frantic vanishing of things.

Late into the escapade you wondered why you felt this

Way and how. The trees and the deer outside were

Not listening. Dispelled myths and abjured dreams.

Constantly creating what you cannot understand.

Constantly motioning for signs of change.

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Jan 6

Half of what I said was metaphor.

Quietness, the gift.

The heart asleep.

I drew a circle here: eyeless and strange.

I strapped you in. The moths

Around the house have been hovering —

And we were fearless enough to stay.

God wills us forward, but we are not moving.

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