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Beautiful.. the big, blue wings of rarity
and freedom toys, but elusive tickets
whose price needs forever.

You make you be you, but I cannot be me.
You insist.

Humbug!
Drape gentle a net not to catch
but keep out the buzzing, they
keep torpedoing those signals.

Odd how weirdly important someone one hasn't known before
simply becomes, all by virtue of purported cosmic accident..
at the time, we just don't see it, we never know it
but all transpire, spreading blooms of joy
a bleeding paradox, at best.

A box of truffles, focaccia and olives from Provence.
Shorten the distance to a deep river
and they come from the shallows
(eventually)
to feed.

Kept at bay, some rainbows await their winter.
Or rain.
Come, rest upon my bosom till the raggedy goes.
Shall I paint thee an hour to hang from your globes?
You will whittle it down, to that last train's whistle
till the candle burns out.




(hope you are well)