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there are compliments
and thare complements
~for KDF~
but the thrill of the equivalency
of both in a single sentence?
"Thank you for sending me the poem;
it took me several places and I'm grateful."
this gives such pause, delighted and yet
deterred;
this a level of living every
writer dares only to dream of,
to stand by you, knowing that the bar is being raised,
entry to a realm of reciprocity for both
deterred?
indeed.
you write and write,
in brevity and at length,
in style's factual and poetically stylish,
searching for that formula,if such there be
to become travel companions to
allow of each, our individual selves,
visitation rights
to thrones and hiding places,
to destinies and destinations unknown,
where we live,
but have never been
I am seized up!
how did this become,
do I understand this secret secretion,
this sauce of leveling off at high planes
without knowing my way back...
to where I was last seen,
last realized
no.
one in a thousand chances,
if it was not so so wonderful
it would and will
find me bereft,
for this a standard a genuine mile high club.
never again obtainable,
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
><<><.
there are compliments
and thare complements
~for KDF~
but the thrill of the equivalency
of both in a single sentence?
"Thank you for sending me the poem;
it took me several places and I'm grateful."
this gives such pause, delighted and yet
deterred;
this a level of living every
writer dares only to dream of,
to stand by you, knowing that the bar is being raised,
entry to a realm of reciprocity for both
deterred?
indeed.
you write and write,
in brevity and at length,
in style's factual and poetically stylish,
searching for that formula,if such there be
to become travel companions to
allow of each, our individual selves,
visitation rights
to thrones and hiding places,
to destinies and destinations unknown,
where we live,
but have never been
I am seized up!
how did this become,
do I understand this secret secretion,
this sauce of leveling off at high planes
without knowing my way back...
to where I was last seen,
last realized
no.
one in a thousand chances,
if it was not so so wonderful
it would and will
find me bereft,
for this a standard a genuine mile high club.
never again obtainable,
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