there is nothing but variability in life,
you think routine ~ no surprises:
none~the~more, none~the~less,
you feel the pleasing, the urge to relieve the need,
the needing to compose, share, drop an insight from
an aging brain; then you depart, existence is calling
you, me, return to the scene of the crime,
like a good thief, in case there is some
item left behind, worth the risk of
going back in time, or a thrill of gettin’ caught
expectations low, except for you,
my veteran core, who lift me upon
your shoulders, the those of you,
who-never~fails to-read-my-latest,
a small number who crowd my heart,
pulling the strings that release the
serotonin, dopamine, endorphins,
the best, your/mine own natural
affinity
oxytocin,
*that spikes my love, our bonding,
and swirls the stirring milk of gratitude that
fills me with that little push in the small of my
back, lob(by)ing the lobes of my brain, giving me
just courage enough,
to try one more time,
and I smile/cry for there
is no word new, better than
this these, a simple thanksgiving,
daily provisioned*
*by the gift you give me…
your familiar faces,
your voices,
your keystrokes
that pleasure our mutuality
*these days,
waning in frequency
thinking about the next, should it come
understanding that giving, sharing is the
only drug I will ever need…to sustain,
subsist*
@8:40am
nyc <nml>
Sat Dec 13,
2025
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 10:04 AM UTC
there is nothing but variability in life,
you think routine ~ no surprises:
none~the~more, none~the~less,
you feel the pleasing, the urge to relieve the need,
the needing to compose, share, drop an insight from
an aging brain; then you depart, existence is calling
you, me, return to the scene of the crime,
like a good thief, in case there is some
item left behind, worth the risk of
going back in time, or a thrill of gettin’ caught
expectations low, except for you,
my veteran core, who lift me upon
your shoulders, the those of you,
who-never~fails to-read-my-latest,
a small number who crowd my heart,
pulling the strings that release the
serotonin, dopamine, endorphins,
the best, your/mine own natural
affinity
oxytocin,
*that spikes my love, our bonding,
and swirls the stirring milk of gratitude that
fills me with that little push in the small of my
back, lob(by)ing the lobes of my brain, giving me
just courage enough,
to try one more time,
and I smile/cry for there
is no word new, better than
this these, a simple thanksgiving,
daily provisioned*
*by the gift you give me…
your familiar faces,
your voices,
your keystrokes
that pleasure our mutuality
*these days,
waning in frequency
thinking about the next, should it come
understanding that giving, sharing is the
only drug I will ever need…to sustain,
subsist*
@8:40am
nyc <nml>
Sat Dec 13,
2025
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