Teachers, family, friends, artists, true leaders, I honour you.
~~~~~ When you speak I am heard, not only hearing Your tongue pulses and pulses funnels and funnels what I've been waiting for and what is overdue to arrive in my own mouth and what I've been knowing but not enough Thank you for finding my losts and for re-giving my world to me ~~~~~
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rising wind clouds nearing, here they come barreling in, feel the hush the moist pure angelic softness of air the closeness ah the brush the touch the thick generousness in your mouth rising wind clouds rearing, here they come racing over, see the dim the sun a great hot eye closing bit by bit, then all at once as if belonging to a sleepy baby ah the relief of shade of less of quieter of covered hey did you know clouds are a web soul-catching web wispy billowy graceful soul safety-net up above for those moments when you jump out of your skin when you bounce out of your bones into some hovering space of shock or dismay or worry or terror flash-freezing grief like glass powdering don’t worry because every single time clouds will catch you and send you back for sure, for sure infinite times faithful ever-forming and ever-cleansing those darling, irreplaceable clouds catching faithful and ever-forming and ever-cleansing darling, irreplaceable you i release the fact that i often do not walk my talk or even walk my thought i release freely and without a hint of self-punch the fact that I have never taken up the torch or taken off all the clothes required to do this thing called writing seriously not even enough torch-taking or clothes-peeling to have maintained a decent blog or whatever they're called now perhaps you have an equivalent in your life one, two, three, open hands, let go i release conversely and perversely the fact that i am letting myself be hugged tight by the Muse until I'm all done writing this instead of preparing supper at the proper time as a truly good mother and competent human would and finally i breezily - i said breezily - release all self-judgement related to enjoying songs like this in the afternoon come on you know the kind oh, you do i know you do. |