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is a delightful pleasuring, to be equally enjoyed by the giver as well as the recipient


say it slow, like it is a well chewed, tastefully
delivered morsel, let it hang in the air so
it is available to all, and greet it with the
precisely perfect response like an old dearest friend, recovered & uncovered once more, with the well considered, perfectly constructed and fine elegance of a


welcoming
midnight 10/24/24
and all the other here afters; for all are an
aftershock, a stunned embrace emotion to
a trauma, that stuns us into a overwhelming silence, when words fail, for they are but a tool, not always handy…in fact, sometimes the hands, their warmth, the slow squeeze of supportive strength, is the most
uncommon elegance
humans ever devised

After all, when all  is said,
that shard of a touching outstanding
will

survive longest in the tracks
and crevices of
our fingerling cells, handy
and purposed for those flawed deposits

that are always kept best within
our safest harbors of valued,
touches,
ready to be recalled
and better yet, perfected, when

*shared
19/24/24
is scrapped; a Lost Boy, messily hand writ,,
can’t resurrect from memory the title or the
subject, or the precise provocation that
made me need a pen worthy provenance in order to exit~express~expel~exhale
my disordered grievances and

an output likely of seeping deepening angst,
of a middle ages man, in a midlife proto-
typical crisis, which now vague recalled with
the sadness of just really longest period of
dark December nights, alone and hopeless

let the origin be mundane, simplistic and plain,
probably trite words of hand sleight, of an
excessive heavy light weight, going ** ** hi,
woe is me, a time of loss and reincarnation of xjoys when stumbling in a new life that coincided and collided and coordinated with a new century’s commencement,
would be my best guess, that,

this version of my whodunnit is acceptable
even if not accurate, ego permits lies of many
colors, but it grants me treasure by believing
that the joy journey subsequent recovered,
that keeps the little engine that could acooking, in a still-quiet mid of night humming productive is:

primal
ever intensifying,
lighting the unburdening of age-ing,
burning of dregs of going away midnight oils,

and oh my,
even why now
a quarter century later
the fingertips continue to tango cross a white
tableau, dotted with alphabets of words unknown,
only uncovering that all the old ones were quite a usefully alive, when succored in new
combative combinations


(happy~sad that it is diminished into the
nether, a far far better fate, than one I would
have likely selected; a lost child, of your own,
will always
always be,
be you eternally)
413an
10/22/24
Laughter fills the air,
Joy in every leap and bound,
Playtime knows no care.
Work, Rest, and Play - remembered Mars Bar advert from the 70's/80's? transformed into 3 Haikus
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
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