7:17am Sunday Feb 2, 2025
a phrase freely borrowed from
Thomas Jefferson, strikes the
face while being delivered by
Sunrise’s
first glinting, both eye opening
thought and event, a duality
intersection of notions & sensations,
for the early start to a newborn
week, making one think; truly
think. accompanied by a softly
serenading concerto played piano,
young children
laughing wirh shrieking delight,
as they climb aboard their hazy
dozy parents’ wedding bed,
launching themselves with
rocket like force on stomachs
and groins, all groans & moans,
and in the solitude of his mind’s
quiet, he laughs as he ponders,
a concluding a single concept:
This, this, is the business of life
“making yourself what you are…”
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 7:54 AM UTC
7:17am Sunday Feb 2, 2025
a phrase freely borrowed from
Thomas Jefferson, strikes the
face while being delivered by
Sunrise’s
first glinting, both eye opening
thought and event, a duality
intersection of notions & sensations,
for the early start to a newborn
week, making one think; truly
think. accompanied by a softly
serenading concerto played piano,
young children
laughing wirh shrieking delight,
as they climb aboard their hazy
dozy parents’ wedding bed,
launching themselves with
rocket like force on stomachs
and groins, all groans & moans,
and in the solitude of his mind’s
quiet, he laughs as he ponders,
a concluding a single concept:
This, this, is the business of life
“making yourself what you are…”
a recovered memory stumble
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