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Fergus, Weaver of Autistic Webs
is on page 34 of 70
Be careful what you wish for.
If you wish to be a man’s man
You might find yourself at the end
A hard-pressed man who missed
The daily frailties that soften you
Allowing you to close your eyes
And Rest In Peace. Perhaps the
Grander wish is to be a woman’s man
...Those are the men missed when
They are finally gone.
— Mar 27, 2020 09:05AM
If you wish to be a man’s man
You might find yourself at the end
A hard-pressed man who missed
The daily frailties that soften you
Allowing you to close your eyes
And Rest In Peace. Perhaps the
Grander wish is to be a woman’s man
...Those are the men missed when
They are finally gone.
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Fergus, Weaver of Autistic Webs
is on page 23 of 70
He sits with his mother in room 710.
The pain from her broken back is not
Quite so proud today so they seize the
Chance to talk because they both know
Time is thinning...
He sits in her waiting, yielded and still.
— Mar 27, 2020 08:57AM
The pain from her broken back is not
Quite so proud today so they seize the
Chance to talk because they both know
Time is thinning...
He sits in her waiting, yielded and still.
Fergus, Weaver of Autistic Webs
is on page 22 of 70
I often walk beside a creek with no name
Bursting with frog song. They’re singing
“Shenandoah.” Or at least that’s what I hear.
As I walk I dream dreams of my father
And the love I feel for that unsung man...
— Mar 27, 2020 08:07AM
Bursting with frog song. They’re singing
“Shenandoah.” Or at least that’s what I hear.
As I walk I dream dreams of my father
And the love I feel for that unsung man...
Fergus, Weaver of Autistic Webs
is on page 18 of 70
Until your tears have fermented
They are only water,
Easily mistaken for raindrops.
But should you endure the season
Your grief might turn to wine,
Your sadness might become
The spirit others will travel
Far and wide to taste...
— Mar 25, 2020 10:00AM
They are only water,
Easily mistaken for raindrops.
But should you endure the season
Your grief might turn to wine,
Your sadness might become
The spirit others will travel
Far and wide to taste...
Fergus, Weaver of Autistic Webs
is on page 13 of 70
She loved him because
His ways were gentle.
How he came to be like
That she did not know
And did not care.
It was enough that he was.
He always greeted her
The way morning breaks,
Sharp but soft.
— Mar 23, 2020 01:31PM
His ways were gentle.
How he came to be like
That she did not know
And did not care.
It was enough that he was.
He always greeted her
The way morning breaks,
Sharp but soft.
Fergus, Weaver of Autistic Webs
is on page 5 of 70
One of the seraphim flew to me
With a live coal in each hand and
Laid them upon my eyes.
And I saw the great deception was not
That we could be like God
But that we were bred solely for utility.
Then a voice gentle as rain said,
“Now, go tell them they were born
To be monumental in the sun.”
— Mar 23, 2020 11:13AM
With a live coal in each hand and
Laid them upon my eyes.
And I saw the great deception was not
That we could be like God
But that we were bred solely for utility.
Then a voice gentle as rain said,
“Now, go tell them they were born
To be monumental in the sun.”
