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my name is brandychanning the writing drips over the side of the coffee mug, dripping stains upon its ceramic clean whiteness, making me love the perfection of its perfect~rounded simplicity even more…to love even more… what a great thing that is, must be, to love beyond loving, even more, makes me morning giddy at the possibility that at anytime, or even at any any you will offer me an elixir to turn dross into injectable gold, thrilling me for real down to my tingling toes that I laugh at my very own foolishness and immensity of possible that this poem spilled out when I spilled my coffee and was born in totality, and received like an infant in a straw basket floating down the Nile, where a princess (yeah, yeah, was a princess before becoming a Queen, no nitpicking), pulled me from the bulrushes flanking a wide snaking powerful river, aged in its own right, dress in a hurry, out, out  with no destination other than LA sun on my face, a calming force to my warnings of rapid heartbeat Apple Watch informing on me, so yes, I need your comments, need your knowing attention to reassure this sharing is worth something to you, that this too is a possibility immensity. so here’s that poem: even more, even any, any any for real my very own possibility immensity*
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Nov 22, 2023
Nov 22, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
The Immensity of Possible
my name is brandychanning the writing drips over the side of the coffee mug, dripping stains upon its ceramic clean whiteness, making me love the perfection of its perfect~rounded simplicity even more…to love even more… what a great thing that is, must be, to love beyond loving, even more, makes me morning giddy at the possibility that at anytime, or even at any any you will offer me an elixir to turn dross into injectable gold, thrilling me for real down to my tingling toes that I laugh at my very own foolishness and immensity of possible that this poem spilled out when I spilled my coffee and was born in totality, and received like an infant in a straw basket floating down the Nile, where a princess (yeah, yeah, was a princess before becoming a Queen, no nitpicking), pulled me from the bulrushes flanking a wide snaking powerful river, aged in its own right, dress in a hurry, out, out  with no destination other than LA sun on my face, a calming force to my warnings of rapid heartbeat Apple Watch informing on me, so yes, I need your comments, need your knowing attention to reassure this sharing is worth something to you, that this too is a possibility immensity. so here’s that poem: even more, even any, any any for real my very own possibility immensity*
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Nov 22, 2023
Nov 22, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
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