i want to make the good things last,
or failing that, good memories,
those moments when the veil is torn,
and sorrow is a secret prayer

a thief of elemental meaning-
a rogue lifting lexicon.
acquiring this-and-that one
to add to the bound collection.
dulling or sharpening the scalpel that dissects expression of greater verbage
to smaller little slices.
a dictionary of spells, these languages,
that wind the world around
us.
the way of word is all distinct larceny on the path of yearning.

maybe the world is happier without me,
but I will always fight to change that.

Don't belittle anyone,
Even a small pebble on the roadside has a reason for its existence.
11/6/2022

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine