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Pull the curtains open
and let the fresh air in.
Age and Growth can rest here
while all my little urges slip out into the garden to play,
doff their shoes and leap over the flowerbeds.
Let’s let loneliness sing its song,
write a poem,
go out into the streets.
Let’s forget about everything.
Forget everything when at the bank teller’s window and when lounging under the sycamore.
— Feb 08, 2021 11:42PM
and let the fresh air in.
Age and Growth can rest here
while all my little urges slip out into the garden to play,
doff their shoes and leap over the flowerbeds.
Let’s let loneliness sing its song,
write a poem,
go out into the streets.
Let’s forget about everything.
Forget everything when at the bank teller’s window and when lounging under the sycamore.
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Each of us in the curve of his own thoughts had a sky tucked away
to rinse blue every corner of her mind.
Each slight gesture of our arms sang of wings fluttering at dawn.
Our pockets full of the chirping canary song of childhood mornings.
We were a whole group of lovers walking past the poorest neighborhoods
with their shoreless gifts of pure feeling.
As we leaned over the stream to drink,
— Feb 17, 2021 05:53AM
to rinse blue every corner of her mind.
Each slight gesture of our arms sang of wings fluttering at dawn.
Our pockets full of the chirping canary song of childhood mornings.
We were a whole group of lovers walking past the poorest neighborhoods
with their shoreless gifts of pure feeling.
As we leaned over the stream to drink,
Maybe our mission is to float, drunk on the mystery of the rose.
Let’s pitch our tents on the other side of the hill from Knowing.
Wash our hands in the leaf’s green ecstasy and prepare the picnic.
Let’s be reborn when the sun dawns.
Let’s unleash everything,