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https://anchor.fm/ken-pepiton/episodes/Quest-ionic--a-reading-aloud-e2hncq
that links begins at the oldest of my poems here, which are nearing
the point of no return, maybe only because people cant tell me that hate them here, but more likely,
because some of of ya'll liked 'em writ, ye might like 'em said.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
(written for and with apologies to Ken Pepiton)
(A-pop-TOH-sis) A type of cell death in which a series of molecular steps in a cell lead to its death. This is one method the body uses to get rid of unneeded or abnormal cells. Also called
programmed cell death.
~
Ken Pepiton “I found a word, apoptosis and I used it on some old bubbles that claimed to hold true love. You might find it useful for other crazy-makers common to mortal moments”.
Sep 2020
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a rich commission this;
aged by being overlooked
for two years more,
reconciling it, if it were even possible
this mixed drink of crazy,
programmed cell death
&
old bubbles claiming true love holding!
flummoxed by the symmetry and the inherent
contradictory of these dual dueling notions,
struggle for a course of unification
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and then:
Having known and lost true love,
more than once,
recall too well,
months when my heart cells died daily by the billions,
years of paining bubbles bursting,
till the heart at last purified,
by the emptying of
mortal moments.
the desperation of a grown man wondering if
peace and satisfactions would elude him forever,
deluded by weight of iron alternating currents of
hopefulness § hopelessness,
a sharp pain
morphing way too slowly
into a
dull ache heartburn
so well.
that yet persists
as a just below the surface swelling in my memory
even now
crazy it made me,
no cure cute for this uncommon cooling
of heart and soul,
lines on my face
witness attest
to where tears and failings eroded skin
by marking lines on my face.
”I was unrecognizable to myself”(1)
no joke this
craziness,
a grown man despairing
like a teenager’s lament,
robbed worse by the adult knowledge of the scarcity
of finding
the only true treasure humans could actually
possess, keep and nurture…
yes, Ken,
I find these world of words
you gifted me
useful
useful in ways untold,
but take this telling,
this one here,
with grace given
and knowing
that it only took
from me
about 10 to the 11th power power(2)
of heart
cells
4:36pm
Wed Feb 1
2023
Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 4:40 PM UTC