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matt r 10h
tonight, You glanced off
the wall like a suggestion;

just headlights, though. I
see You in everything.
matt r 22h
water,sputtering pathetics
like     a godlost priest.

the cool stone floor
feel,on my floridmost cheek.
  22h matt r
nivek
love is not a vacuum
love reaches in

a hand to wipe the sweat from your face
a word of encouragement

a poem on your lips
a listening ear

a gift of laughter
to laugh at yourself.
matt r 3d
years ago My Mam made
Me a blanket.  Her fingers
wrought realisation from
the present,       & I sit
beneath That every day.

I imagine burning It     ,
corner to corner, to a
web of sparking reality;
a web of every    little
two-headed         Lamb.

I read It, I cry&read It
again, become fraught
with unbecoming. every
Lamb saw twice as many
stars, &so I see it too.

this morning I sought
the centre,    turned one
million holes        to one,
& channelled everything
to   My own experience.
ode to 'the two-head calf' by laura gilpin.
matt r 3d
listen,                 ###
listen     to the slow
    g  ro   w i  n g
cacophony,the whip
-pppping crescendo
& come alive in it.
roll up(so tidally)
&rave like the brea
-king waves. break
your spine on the
rockiness & learn
to swim once more,
learn to ebb& learn
to flow, to warp as
she does &    hold
fast    as she has.

i do not mind the
wind,  it is making
waves & i will float.
i do not mind, carry
tunes of hummmmm
-ing birds to live for,
hummingbirds to sea.
matt r 4d
I find Myself
  in Him, in the
    way I say
   "I like this."
I find Myself
         becoming
like the lapping
yearsome waves.

He is someone
    it's worth being,
My always there,
  My mate.    
                   & I
listen to His music
  & tap the way He
    always has.

it is something
     to find some
white on me; the
   firstly sign
of aging.       it is
something else
    to be Him,My
old man is here.
it is said i write abstract, in time to save

your feelings. you asked me to explain,

i did so lightly. the other said no one else

dare ask.



i tell you it is a full and complicated story

that may upset.





i wrote it quickly using shape,colour,

metaphor and symbol.



was loathe to read it for i may cry.

you wish a pretty picture yet i cannot

make it.



i thank you for asking, where others

do not read.



the writing circled
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