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 Feb 1
Nat Lipstadt
A-awoke to a fear, succumbing,
The where and when, verities of my existence were gone, in absentia, les disparu,
Could not place the day nor name it,
Or prepare myself for  whatever
Were its unique responsibilities

I hate that you are thinking no biggie, consult your watch ~ your phone, go to another room, turn on the screens, the screen instantly in will advise, such they areprogrammed

I too thought, so I was programmed,
But not well enough, or my circuitry or software, we, are not up-to-date

Yes, this was a terrorizing, flailing in the dark,
Refusing to admit that I had lost myself,
No surety, no satisfaction, and the dark room
Suffocated or sedated any thoughts of reassurance

The resolution was swift, but not satisfactory,
For now, I am aware, that I can lose my sense
Of self, of place, the end of time and have become dependent on the artifice electronic mechanisms to keep me stable, like the
The corner of the night table

I tell you but no one else, keep my secret
Close, in case I should ashamedly trouble
You for the information I’ll been be needing

Unless you too suffer from this malady
The scent of the purple butterfly bush
and the clean fresh air
The sound of the sea
Does it for me

A walk down the road
Rough may it be
Getting nearer the beach
And nearer the sea

To think once I lived there
Amazing it be
I’m sad that I left there
I’m missing the sea!

It did it for me!
I used to live in Cornwall, sorry I left , it was heave on earth!
 Jan 25
irinia
the rawness of things suspended in the air
an invisible hand pushes the hours through us into the compost and delight of memory
I don't have words for tomorrow, only your name today and warm tears.  I was born into a dead language so
I have this detector for the silence of windows, it sneaks in my lungs
pain is offline, the dark swallows itself
no wonder last night I dreamt a girl in a blue kimono
-you are my hiroshima, I breath like a prehistoric fish-
she was smiling to something only she could see.
love, this prehistoric wonder,
a fragile skin of this weary world
Inside penumbra light holding hands fairies dance
Silhouetted to the backdrop of an evening sky  
Viridescent trees softly whisper
Vacuously standing side by side  
In those shrouded places where fairies take a stand.
Wings of power wings of light hear their magic song
If you wanna fly with me
If you wanna ride with me
Believe in your own wings and remember to be strong
Trust yourself, when your searching for that hidden door  
Dance until the moon sighs
Dance until the moon plies
Inside the penumbra light the fairies dance and dance
Silhouetted against the greenish glow of an Aurora sky.
 Jan 25
Bekah Halle
you can learn much
about love from waterlilies:
openness and trust,
seeking energy from the source, the sun,
and reaching deep within
to float above all chaos
swimming below the surface.
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