Saturday, February 20, 2021

Dear Writer,

 

if I dell about skies or precious sequences if so—a breadth between ails. sundew smile or salacious humor by hearth of fire. a space for plants or plankton or links in phones our souls ringing. so wrung by disaffection so eager to unchain so appreciative of giant spirits.

            alien tissue such languishing issues while life has misused many. upon a water lily or struggling marshweed(s) at a muddy/murky pond. awakened by a platypus shuffling a mayfly like desert animals. a cactus as a flower, a feeling as instructor, upon a fascination.

            incomplete fragments spliced rejuvenation a funeral outside. a cloud containing histories. an emotion trying its exile. a fisherman unstudied or a gargle at a mansion. such barking a large canine so fluffy so gentle. miles to arrival so close but missing bolts. a singsong feeling so engrossed, a person loses self; to need belief to assign heartbeats so much a candidate for leadership. a world inside a watchword for passion a scream for motivation.

            launched at a lotus. astonished by miracles. where it changes in degrees.

            a kindred soul in us, a bit offbeat in us, a need for a few clichés.

arising from outskirts to singing in margins to witnessing antique settees. a friend of listening an instinct for perceiving where we like our own. if to ask a question, as from an “other,” one might show offense. if asked same question, as from a colleague, one might smile a reply.

 

building boarders leaping sky-cliffs or petting bears. such dry weather such drier grass born unbeknownst to horizons. a shrew in a patch, running swiftly, scaring a passerby. or wigs those days hampered for equality such egalitarians. so off-point, such elevation, while believing is akin to feeling. some at psychedelics as licking frogs while some are dying suddenly.     if I tell life or scream into silence while it reverberates unto nations. so prehistoric even a shoebill such love is too demanding. a writer at existence so many hours while a partner must adjust. by emotion by acrobatics by justice. to have something allergic something smitten such ghosts!

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