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help organize tea
                          pick the dead skin
                                                       arrange the library by spine by heart
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GIF Dreams (Sidney's Ma)

I am surprise by every breath released
sucked in caught back up taken in
up and away: the white chalk splashed
explodes euphoric as you GIF me

to sleep, fair unfoul. I am surprise by inauctionable
smiles rowing under the pier to look for sea-ridden lost and found
refusals to dock - out of what? acceptance? fe-
ar? Hoped. I am surprise with every year knows

known lives
what's intestinely
'tween eternal and breath
squealing triggerdly
galaxy bashed out of soil
standing at least six feet tall
shadowlessly, As-Is True.
                                                      (In Fulfillment Of The Scriptures)

un jeune albatros trouve le courage et l'amour de propager ses ailes (merci, charles et samantha)

But man oh man, I feel like you've gone and put more kindling atop heart's

glowing diasapora vast embers, stoking fire into matching shadows for once. Warm
tears streamed down my face calmly draining off chin, depositing 'neath t-shirt 

covered collarbone filling clavicle's basin, placidly accumulating on top lip's

pooled salty exultations from river into lake into ocean undammed falling 

gentle deafened onto tongue igniting the revelation of connection of feeling
like I know someone or something a little more, that we are one cloud closer to one
another than we thought possible, and, sometimes, can hear each other plainly 

speak in silent meditative resting our beat for beat rise and fall tasting all of tears'

despair and howling laughter, all while seeing in technicolor, too.

Excerpt from a Story I'll Never Write (I)

"The Alamo is a nice time and place I hear. My brother demo'd a time-share out and back there. Said it was a real trip. A good fucking sim. He even got to keep the coonskin."

Giants (All)

Trails leading away from when we knew

people almost. We were giants all blood

and flesh and trust.

I never wanted to wander through

too many hallways until I trudged

into too much need and must

turned over 

and clicked and clicked and clicked

and clicked and clicked and clicked

and roared

the engine wild steered off gravel

the hood smashed open the throw 

pillow down feathers scattered 

only everywhere.

I see you everywhere in the stars.

Trust and flesh and blood giants
all we were people we knew from trails

leading away and here, too.

the world's
                 smallest margin for error
      requires
                 a new god's surgical amnesia.