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we lie down on the ground

whispering about what rises within us

and what the earth carries

while the sky lingers and waits

re-enchanting itself

weaving a madrigal of awakening

washing away the indecision

painting us with intention

11092018

share with me your thoughts. tell me. do you think i'm too serious? yes. i am. i already know this. but saying it is owning it: i am too serious. 

i hear my voice inside my head. i speak the words out loud: i am too serious.

my inner child bristles: i am too serious?

i say the words. i own the words: i am too serious.

i am not words. 

i am not narrative. i am not story.

i am not a hesitant reenactment of faulty memories.

i am not a unidimensional state.

i am playful. i am child. i am infant.

this, too, i own.

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this truth brings tears.

won't you extend me a tissue? a hand? a shoulder?

won't you measure my need on a scale? won't you sum it up into a simple number? won't you qualify it? quantify it? multiple choice? yes or no? true or false? likert scale? won't you break it down so you can see all the parts?

won't you penetrate its deepest spirit?

this tunnel.
this passage.
this corridor.

is endless.

but.

i have.

a mallet
for every curve of concrete.

a key 
for every door.

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i am moving / moving / constantly / unpredictably / where am i going next?

life presents itself to me / in all of its wonder 

and / i explore my world

like an infant / in awe

like an ancient / in reverence