a dear one here,
of long time standing,
a decade plus,
wakes me to
four assorted pastries,
poems of vintages varied,
a dredging most welcome
thus re-mind-ing me
of the symmetry of:
decade and decadent and decay,
that is now a-pounding my heart,
for they are poems of process,
marking my declination,
reposting of my poems,
ancien and nouveau,
stunned to see these
friends @ 400am
reappear in my life
and wondering of
the newer, the recent, the
mining of recent months,
the barely just gone by,
and I like them but they
are not well recalled…
why do I barely
recognize this handiwork mine?
but the old ones, aged and beloved,
whose name I could not recall
despite and beyond the useless
faulty head scratching,
could not that mot be found,
she resends and I,
am in some way reborn
reinvigorated
and swayed into
contentment…
for one time,
in 2014,
once upon a time,
wrote a flawless poem^
that will never ever
escape me again,
for upon
my arms,
my chest,
my breast,
my eyes
my forehead,
my damaged hoary heart,
it must be tattooed
and when the body
rots, as is its wont,
then again
it will be my companion boon & best,
once again, when onto the transversing
to my next world, and in a small way,
it is a birthday~wish at long last
granted,
an answer
to my inky only single quest,
asked once yearly,
to know that-what,
that what-if,
what if the poetry ceases? ^^
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4:25am
I did not awake nor rise
this poem to be mine,
at this precision moment in time,
but from every cell,
it came, pouring pouring
and not in vain…
nor in vanity
for there is no vanity
in the hereafter
nml
Wed this poem to day
my single and sole bride,
to me, on this day of:
Oct 22
2025
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:47 AM UTC
a dear one here,
of long time standing,
a decade plus,
wakes me to
four assorted pastries,
poems of vintages varied,
a dredging most welcome
thus re-mind-ing me
of the symmetry of:
decade and decadent and decay,
that is now a-pounding my heart,
for they are poems of process,
marking my declination,
reposting of my poems,
ancien and nouveau,
stunned to see these
friends @ 400am
reappear in my life
and wondering of
the newer, the recent, the
mining of recent months,
the barely just gone by,
and I like them but they
are not well recalled…
why do I barely
recognize this handiwork mine?
but the old ones, aged and beloved,
whose name I could not recall
despite and beyond the useless
faulty head scratching,
could not that mot be found,
she resends and I,
am in some way reborn
reinvigorated
and swayed into
contentment…
for one time,
in 2014,
once upon a time,
wrote a flawless poem^
that will never ever
escape me again,
for upon
my arms,
my chest,
my breast,
my eyes
my forehead,
my damaged hoary heart,
it must be tattooed
and when the body
rots, as is its wont,
then again
it will be my companion boon & best,
once again, when onto the transversing
to my next world, and in a small way,
it is a birthday~wish at long last
granted,
an answer
to my inky only single quest,
asked once yearly,
to know that-what,
that what-if,
what if the poetry ceases? ^^
<?>
4:25am
I did not awake nor rise
this poem to be mine,
at this precision moment in time,
but from every cell,
it came, pouring pouring
and not in vain…
nor in vanity
for there is no vanity
in the hereafter
nml
Wed this poem to day
my single and sole bride,
to me, on this day of:
Oct 22
2025
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