there are many places one needs to be strong from within,
periodically differing.
but there are two places which be deemed
Sine qua non
meaning
"without which not,”
referring to indispensable, essential condition
ingredient absolutely.
the strength
of the heart and the hands
didn’t not think there was within me this day,
a new morning blessing, a first poem of the day,
the weakened mind was troubled, the uncertainties were /are
surrounding the wagon train, and the strength
of my keys were, tired and de energized, and there
is no Amazon listing for electric charger of alternating
body parts
sitting in an orange sun suffused room of near total silence
(always something somewhere beeping, whirring)
which is the near indispensable silence
beloved best,
for it be a cold cream soothing of mental quietude reflective)
and the truer strength in my
trembling heart and hands
surprises me pleasantly
affording me the necessary internal intestinal quietude
to be seeking out
these two parts and ones place
for to
write me a poem,
a consoling ode,
will not detail this poem onerous unnecessarily
though words keep on slipping from my thoughts
begging me to be joint contributors;
but I gently sweep them aside
for a later day, later time, another
focus group of intro inspection
at this particular,
the heart beats emphatically and empathetically
the hands type and also (!) suckle my heated mug
and here I cease, resist,
leaving you to delve on your time the whys of,
how the combo’s of
heart and hands
came to rescue me
just now
and
you will let me know
in beautiful crafted poems
of thine own quiet~attitude
how they
two
came to save you
too
——
fini
7:43am
nyc
mon morn april 20
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 7:13 AM UTC
there are many places one needs to be strong from within,
periodically differing.
but there are two places which be deemed
Sine qua non
meaning
"without which not,”
referring to indispensable, essential condition
ingredient absolutely.
the strength
of the heart and the hands
didn’t not think there was within me this day,
a new morning blessing, a first poem of the day,
the weakened mind was troubled, the uncertainties were /are
surrounding the wagon train, and the strength
of my keys were, tired and de energized, and there
is no Amazon listing for electric charger of alternating
body parts
sitting in an orange sun suffused room of near total silence
(always something somewhere beeping, whirring)
which is the near indispensable silence
beloved best,
for it be a cold cream soothing of mental quietude reflective)
and the truer strength in my
trembling heart and hands
surprises me pleasantly
affording me the necessary internal intestinal quietude
to be seeking out
these two parts and ones place
for to
write me a poem,
a consoling ode,
will not detail this poem onerous unnecessarily
though words keep on slipping from my thoughts
begging me to be joint contributors;
but I gently sweep them aside
for a later day, later time, another
focus group of intro inspection
at this particular,
the heart beats emphatically and empathetically
the hands type and also (!) suckle my heated mug
and here I cease, resist,
leaving you to delve on your time the whys of,
how the combo’s of
heart and hands
came to rescue me
just now
and
you will let me know
in beautiful crafted poems
of thine own quiet~attitude
how they
two
came to save you
too
——
fini
7:43am
nyc
mon morn april 20
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