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I haven't written in
a while now, I've been too
busy with cooking

and I feel like a
housewife, but no husband, no
kids, no house to wife

in
I can feel spring
coming and my new
notebook has
flowers on it
and today my line
breaks are not like
I remember
that almost fall end of
summer night sitting by the
fountain on the steps
feeling like a college
kid again
thinking this is how it
ends this is
how it begins
and this is
the chin and the
shin bones scraping
together and these
are the eyes and those
the ears and
sprained ankles that I'll
have for
the rest of my
life and I'm fine
remembering old lips
that night and
that's all it is: memories
and I'm fine
I'm all right
things are just
different and I tried
French toast the other day and
it's all right, he's all
right, I'll be
fine
Spring is coming and there's
flowers on my notebook and
then blooming outside
soon I can smell the
honeysuckle and the
spring turning to
summer nights
and I'm all right, in the mornings
He's all right
I'll probably be
fine
Endless space of constant knowledge
I use you leisurely.
Underestimated spaces,
Why does no one see?

The power that you offer us,
Impossible to grasp.
Answering all questions is
A feat of something vast.

The size of us has shrunken to
That of but a room.
With power to touch anyone,
Without the need to move.

How can I express my awe
At something so immense?
My feelings towards your endlessness
Are somewhere on the fence.

If we are not as careful as
We need to be well then,
The object of my fascination
Will turn an ugly end.

The power for it to do good
Still outweighs it's flaws.
Don't allow them to posses
This object with their claws.
hello, fire
I know you
seen you through
and stayed for you
first and last
love and best
no distress
just press
a delicate flicker
beautiful dance
just a blaze
seared in my heart
intense heat
enticing flame
all night long
morning embers
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