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That child, seems to be reading to my old dog friend. Can we teach a dog to read and see the significance some men find in syllables unsaid? In print, Sibilant denture whistles, perk no ear silent esses no ear can hear, un spoken esses essentially signify nothing, simple noise. But a good dog will respond to the slightest whistle, as if… A sibyl said listen, hear the wind enter the world once with inspired expired whistling sound found in song this way, this is the way, Say plain the sound of each sign. Alpha Beta, Aleph Bet, Ayee Bee See, these let words be saved as signals Letters, let silent sounds hold meaning in signs of sounds men can make, Like Ah. or baah, which certain ruminants make as well… A man can say ah, and mean plain nothin' and some dogs can too, but when dogs say, ah, it's often a yawn gone into a groan like a stretched out awww as the back arches backward and front paws stretch out. Tail swishing slow sweeps swirling dust mites in a shaft of morning light, more wind than any butterfly wing or humming bird wing could stir. "Remember", his brown eyes say, this posture always meant, "let's do some fun, go for a run, follow a scent" But then, another yawn and a shake. a glance from those knowing eyes, signifying, signing , if I am happy, he is, too. A dog friend then punctuates, by curling down into a black and white comma with a bit of golden tail covering the nose twitiching ante cipitating a chase that leads a new place, where new sounds can sound insignificant, dream time humms, not worth the effort to hear, since we are not going anywhere, today. Ah, be, still. Tomorrow is the myth. My dog swears that's true. Today, or never, and never's fine. He Yawns.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
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That child, seems to be reading to my old dog friend. Can we teach a dog to read and see the significance some men find in syllables unsaid? In print, Sibilant denture whistles, perk no ear silent esses no ear can hear, un spoken esses essentially signify nothing, simple noise. But a good dog will respond to the slightest whistle, as if… A sibyl said listen, hear the wind enter the world once with inspired expired whistling sound found in song this way, this is the way, Say plain the sound of each sign. Alpha Beta, Aleph Bet, Ayee Bee See, these let words be saved as signals Letters, let silent sounds hold meaning in signs of sounds men can make, Like Ah. or baah, which certain ruminants make as well… A man can say ah, and mean plain nothin' and some dogs can too, but when dogs say, ah, it's often a yawn gone into a groan like a stretched out awww as the back arches backward and front paws stretch out. Tail swishing slow sweeps swirling dust mites in a shaft of morning light, more wind than any butterfly wing or humming bird wing could stir. "Remember", his brown eyes say, this posture always meant, "let's do some fun, go for a run, follow a scent" But then, another yawn and a shake. a glance from those knowing eyes, signifying, signing , if I am happy, he is, too. A dog friend then punctuates, by curling down into a black and white comma with a bit of golden tail covering the nose twitiching ante cipitating a chase that leads a new place, where new sounds can sound insignificant, dream time humms, not worth the effort to hear, since we are not going anywhere, today. Ah, be, still. Tomorrow is the myth. My dog swears that's true. Today, or never, and never's fine. He Yawns.
Searching for the place being tween subtle and simple called sublime, just below the harsh glare of scrutiny.
#seek#truth#find#lies#repair#fix#broken#hope
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
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