#vowel
The glen where felled men slept
Where the creek’s deep bed trembled, reeled
Where the green ferns, restless, crept
Where the breezes blew, flew, wheeled
Where the trees, the sweet elms wept
Where the gentle red wrens nested
Where the elks, when freed, then stepped
Where the fleet, serene deer rested
Where the scented bells were kept
Where the jeweled, fresh dew met green
The glen where felled men slept,
Where men were never seen
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
human(e)
once upon a time,
it was a
sufficient condition to be
human.
no longer.
now,
it is a
necessary condition to be
human(e).
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Vow-El
(e)
what would we be without Vow-El,
the God of all promises?
tongue tied consonant babblers incapable of uttering words of
prayerful tenderness,
without the essential precision tool modifiers of our pleasured
interactive mutuality,
unable to chant the sounds, the noisy paths of promise,
of allegiance and alliance,
that elevate the inconstant human to be empowered god-like,
to human(e)
Jan. 24th, 2020
nyc+miami
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC