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Tangled

dsc_0391_01_01.jpg I have plans to free myself of life’s in-betweens.

The places where boundaries fade and color each other.

The places where messy edges scatter thoughts and wound intent.

I can’t negotiate these gaps so I plan a get away.

I throw my hands up to free my soul.

The pieces scatter far apart yet I stand alone still tangled.

 

Photography contributed by “Jeb, Traffic with Elves Fauns and Fairies”
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What a shame….

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The space of day is broken, even the breath and thought of touch.

How did I move

into such pain?  

inbred the call, inside the frame

   the me I think I am, it grows…. the cancer, the shame.

photography courtesy of Ériver Hijano
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Love’s silence

What I hear is an option. Even in choosing silence- I can hear. I listen….

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Sound is a space of being

Sound is a link to a moment in time.

It is tangible, functional, inviting.

As I separate the tones and attend to one over the other I learn and feel and know a new old something.

As the layers stream into my consciousness

I am reminded

I am comforted

I am loved.