“Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow?” (1)
or
Absolute Absolution

Tuesday May 30 2023

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the slow Tuesday fragrance pleasures the nostrils,
sweet gravelly Van Morrison in my earbuds, reminding

“This Must Be What Paradise Is Like!
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…”

Sea salt spray spicy sauces the near-quiet atmosphere,
many boats, some silent, some-not-so, transverse the eyelids,
entertainment by-the-vista, decorating time’s languid etching of ever slowing motionless motion

So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…

the voluble hush, delightfully confuses mes sensories,
noisy cacophony orchestral avians, waves, and a human voice,
punctuate the music of perfect sentence like a period,
…
absolute absolution of interwoven sundry near sounds
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…


Indeed, it is a Tuesday,
and the slow of the surround sound,
vanilla white w. merest spotted rainbow sprinkling

of the noises of life

So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…so full, so rich,
so vast the strands of colored variegated, perpetual motion
less the emotion, less the raucous caucus of exclamation,
moves me to tears, steals my emotional refuse,
I
too refuse
all except the harmonies of my peace
and the layman accepts the accents of
Absolute Absolution

So quiet in here, so peaceful in here…inside of me…







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(1) Lyric from Brown Eyed Girl, Van Morrison