Saturday, December 25, 2021

Nib & Ink

 

it isn’t a man’s plan to utter rain nor sadness nor glee nor cheer; the resolution is private, many will intuit a difference, over a cold beer.

so many nonsensical mistakes

—floating into time

—many spatial webs.

many are expressing despair, joy, a new zeal for happiness. most astute souls, fighting acute illnesses, forming zest, occupying fire, palming futures.

absorbing energies is twofold

either resounding love, or resounding pain. a word is missing, often, deliberately, musing on one filled with mischief: too wise for many, too warm for others, too close to skies.

such soothing distance, left to imagination, in reading her work, in seeing reflection, that year disappeared as it appeared—filled with presence, filled with mystery.

knowing her was like disliking her, which was like one seeping into clarity—or knowing with empathy—dragging souls across pavement.  

in midst of composing, eager to do it right, sweet wrongness, many years; to read into a soul, to learn how to feel, inescapable emotion.

many years of silence, the tacit sun, the gelid moon—an increase in yeast, more fire battles, an interior fury.

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