OH!
What feeling compares to the warmth inside these bones
when I awake at Dawn to a still house,
and comfortable bustle awaits
There is none!
no other mornings compare to such
what with floating voices and metaphoric hugs
a sunday to its monday; disparate
and i'd make the hours stretch if i could
like a Dough prepared for
round laughter
to be enjoyed with glasses of
tall bliss
every Eye i meet glimmers
Glimmers!
with amity to spare
and the Earth around is brimming
Brimming!
with wonder I cannot describe to you
in words
an ode
to sundays worth living for

Whines and groans of melancholy
Knock on my door

Upon opening the blockade
The guest looked very eager
A small, furry stuffed animal sits


Eyes fixed on my complexion
When I smile, the doll imitates
When I brush my hand on the doll's fur
A tongue reveals and kisses my cheek

As I walk down the corridor
The fluffy rascal tails right behind

My eyes dart towards a toy
And the puppy snags it thereafter

With its brown precious eyes gleaming
It's impossible to resist the innocent tug
I take the plushy victim
And fling it across the room

The puppy witnesses the ~Plop~
And immediately dashes
Sprinting in the ten second race

Like a boomerang
The furry speed demon returns
With the plush trapped between its dull jaws
All I can remark is...
**"Good Boy!"

I’m trying to grip the hands of the nearest shadows
I’m trying to see the lines of the cage that imprisons me
The dim landscapes that surround me
I’m trying to hear the thing in my chest
Burning day and night
I’m trying to smell the smoke
That envelopes me
But it's all out of reach
Undefinable, unplaceable
What are my roots, what are my boundaries
My goals, my aims, my dreams
I cannot quite grasp
Who I am and what I'm in

I want to be fluid, I want to be smooth
With the ability to soothe
Be like the waters
With seashell daughters
Of streams and brooks and rain
Always tender, always humble, never vain
Yet still ruling with sovereign reign
Nothing should ever be able to stop me
Nothing can stop the ocean or the sea
Not even time
I want to be huge, I want to be sublime
Never hurt, never chagrined
I want to have no fear of the wind
And even less of the heat or the cold
I want to shimmer with gold
When the sun sets
Away from mortal things like hate or regrets
I want to learn to sing like water
Without ever wearying, tiring,
Wheezing or expiring
I want to be the water
When it hums to the night
Chants to the stars bright
Stroking the sand
I want to be water never bland
I want to be the water that glorifies
Which runs, which plays, purifies
Which is sweet and pure, untainted, unattainable
I want to be the water mysterious and unexplainable
I want to be the water when it unfolds
When it holds
The seaweed with maiden hands
I want to be the water when it expands
Dances, sways, flows,
Diverted from the abyss

Will words come?
Ideas weave themselves
Like strings of spring vine?

Now it’s time …
A solemn answer,
Just your best.

Eyes cast upward,
Downward, right,
And left.

Eyes that beg
In dramatic
Silence.

Eyes searching
For minute
Flickers –
Tossed out by
Vague heres-and-theres.

Thinking, blinking,
Reaching backward,
Ah!  Something ...  something,
Rememb'ring at last!

Grabbing a time,
With sparks
Of relief;
There they are!
I see them, too!
In those baby eyes.

Follow the steps –
Pour on the juice –
Butter it up –
A kiss for Good Luck.

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Our Amens.