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the lovely picture window (always the same, always different) There are painters who must, having found the place, must, repaint it, compelled to repeat it, each a variant, yet always the same, always different I awake to a perspective that is wide, always differentiated from the prior, always almost similar, but never with the same exactitude, differing attitude, same longitude, identical latitude, always different horizon distanced, in all ways a view encompassing, duality near, far distant, harmoniously, eyes open, magnetized to wake before 6am by the suns modesty, first light, first clarity, a curtain risen, yet, always different am I so blessed or thus cursed, for the urge to disclaim and ode, compose and thus self- decompose, analyze, reflect, slice apart, needing the comprehensive understanding this me/place scripts the raw appreciation, daily differentiated always the same this peaceful venue seizures, chest calmly pounding at the insistence it commands, the price I must pay for the prize to praise, to sing, weep, reward restful sleep with lyrics eked out, pouring, unsustainable yet finished, always different a single May Iris, returns, born from a torrential, thunder, lightning, sky mayhem, rises by a sundial greets midst a planted clump, upright rises, lavender, in a majestic solitary, absent but a day prior, yet mine eyes failed to witness its discernible emerging birthing creation, always different, always the same here, I am Iris too, always the same, a day aged, but the differences minute but stolid actualized, this overnight sensation, my body’s restoration, what I visualize, indivisible, now visible, realized, miracle of continuity, unchanging chained change, always different , always the same wonder, am I more blessed, or a s~lightly cursed being, my breath restored, wet eyes full brimming, changed, revived but always modified, a newer old man, whose sum total always a different number, but in sequential, compelled to confess, no understanding of this miracle, always the same, always different, this daily visionary miracle 6:36 AM Fri May 24 2024 Silver Beach, Shelter Island
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May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 6:53 AM UTC
the lovely picture window (always the same, always different)
the lovely picture window (always the same, always different) There are painters who must, having found the place, must, repaint it, compelled to repeat it, each a variant, yet always the same, always different I awake to a perspective that is wide, always differentiated from the prior, always almost similar, but never with the same exactitude, differing attitude, same longitude, identical latitude, always different horizon distanced, in all ways a view encompassing, duality near, far distant, harmoniously, eyes open, magnetized to wake before 6am by the suns modesty, first light, first clarity, a curtain risen, yet, always different am I so blessed or thus cursed, for the urge to disclaim and ode, compose and thus self- decompose, analyze, reflect, slice apart, needing the comprehensive understanding this me/place scripts the raw appreciation, daily differentiated always the same this peaceful venue seizures, chest calmly pounding at the insistence it commands, the price I must pay for the prize to praise, to sing, weep, reward restful sleep with lyrics eked out, pouring, unsustainable yet finished, always different a single May Iris, returns, born from a torrential, thunder, lightning, sky mayhem, rises by a sundial greets midst a planted clump, upright rises, lavender, in a majestic solitary, absent but a day prior, yet mine eyes failed to witness its discernible emerging birthing creation, always different, always the same here, I am Iris too, always the same, a day aged, but the differences minute but stolid actualized, this overnight sensation, my body’s restoration, what I visualize, indivisible, now visible, realized, miracle of continuity, unchanging chained change, always different , always the same wonder, am I more blessed, or a s~lightly cursed being, my breath restored, wet eyes full brimming, changed, revived but always modified, a newer old man, whose sum total always a different number, but in sequential, compelled to confess, no understanding of this miracle, always the same, always different, this daily visionary miracle 6:36 AM Fri May 24 2024 Silver Beach, Shelter Island
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