Monday, June 5, 2023

Déjàvu Souls

 

Cosmic anthology.

Sensing summer in time, winds & earth, airborne memories.

Morning dewdrops, small kittens, sewn into frequencies.

Mansard ghosts.

 

More with inhibition—

Intellectual crucifixion—

Problem with pottery—

It has shifted.

 

They sin like us, telling a story, each saga has a hero; on horseback, galloping, laughing freely; cherry blossoms, rabbits, foxes, an inner camera.

Great affection, kilowatts, beauty as it sacrifices—an ocean of wilderness.

In hearing In seeing In listening.

Dance of flamingos—

 

They mow language, sew excellence, envy mastery.

 

When a breeze wafts by, when sunshine is late, right into a memory; if only a feeling, dry of emotion, trying to locate home.

Strumming a Harp

By language we speak to audibility and coherence. To compose to feel understood, in spite of language applied. A person spends years misunde...